ISSUE # 3

    god’s asleep on the couch, and i don’t wanna wake her. She left the show early tonight, stuck around for my bit, but left before some of the others did theirs. Normally i’d hate this.  i think it’s kinda crass. god’s all curled up on my new-ish couch (the one i traded Magic … Continue reading IN WHICH SHE TAKES A NAP / IRA WILE

    I never know when to stop. Moon Goes down, sun comes up. North wind South wind. Alarm clock chimes five. Ice melting on a blade of grass. You beside me should mean forever. You’re beside yourself without flowers. In my dream I’m beside you snoring In that cold and shabby bedroom Where we … Continue reading BAR NAPKIN LOVE LETTER / HAROLD WHIT WILLIAMS

    Somewhere along the trail, this Flashlight becomes a femur, and I Take that for a sign. Like when moss Grows on the north side of trees Except when it grows on all sides. Or when the Big Dipper cannot Be spotted through those freakish Superstorm clouds. Should I mention Sleepwalking runs in my … Continue reading A TRUE NORTH DREAM WITH ASTRONOMY AND BOTANICAL CONSEQUENCES / HAROLD WHIT WILLIAMS

    At the end of the season, they killed. Together with Mark, the director—though it was more often than not only Paul—Mark had paperwork to shuffle in the office—they made light of the inventory. It was easier than finding them homes. The chicks he held by their feet and thwapped their heads against the … Continue reading KILLING / BENJAMIN WARNER