September 2014
In this issue
Contents
You and You and the White Sofa
While the view was magnificent, no one had enjoyed looking out the window of apartment 2G of 110 East End Avenue in several years. While…
Luis
We experienced our first hurricane in that house on Frangipani Street, and luckily, you were too little to remember any of it. Hurricane Luis was…
Fugue
Thinned blood gushed from the wound. His stomach a mash-tun, his head spun madly. God fucking…shit Ruined! That was the only thing from Berlin A…
Pandavas
We stood in a row, I do not remember who led, Who brought up the rear, But the fireflies raged, Lighting up the forest, the velvet rocks
Bhasha Dibosh
every night you ask why I love you and every night I fail to answer. Tonight, on Bhasha Dibosh, I have an answer.
Farmers’ Market
The children double-time, surrendering keffiyahs and hijabs to the breeze. They will not make it.