M Categories Poetry January, 2018 MAKING PRINTS “What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry..
Y Categories Poetry January, 2018 Your Last Sad Vehicle Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around..
H Categories Poetry January, 2018 Hygge I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be..
N Categories Fiction January, 2018 No Place Like Home I drove home from the store, where I had stopped for a pound of coffee, when I noticed a garage sale. A short fat Indian..
B Categories Literature Non-Fiction December, 2017 BLOODLINE I picked Washington Square1 from a low shelf in my parents’ living room, having courted the idea for a while, as the book looked pretty. I..
W Categories Poetry December, 2017 Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho. 1. Conundrum the saint with the sadness of autumn crickets. Flow your love to what cries unseen. 2. Rattle the linguist with the voices of..
T Categories Fiction December, 2017 Tonight in San Pedro This time Carmen’s late even by local standards. I’m waiting as the bar starts to fill up. We’re waiting for the nightclubs to open, women..
F Categories Poetry Translations December, 2017 FIXED STARS ESTRELLAS FIJAS Cuando ya de la vida el alma tenga, con el cuerpo, rota, y duerma en el sepulcro esa noche, más larga que las..
L Categories Fiction December, 2017 Lying Sideways “School out already?” I ask. “The fish was lying sideways in my class.” “Yeah?” “A kid at school said it’s normal.” “Huh.” “He said fish..
M Categories Poetry December, 2017 Memory Take a hit. Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry..
T Categories Culture Non-Fiction December, 2017 The Thing about Mumbai Locals Every morning I wake up at 8 am. I get dressed, wear my expensive tie and shiny watch. Then I roll my sleeves and walk..
R Categories Poetry December, 2017 Remember me in words I Remember me in words Count the syllables. Recount them. Can you see them Kneeling before the universe? I pray in verse To these unruly..
D Categories Fiction November, 2017 Deliria…as.is I opened my eyes very slowly; afraid that a dazzling light would hit my censored vision and drown me in pools of dark water, the..
L Categories Poetry November, 2017 Linger You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I..
T Categories Poetry November, 2017 The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room for John Cassavetes Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and..
L Categories Poetry November, 2017 Last Smoke When the crickets have slowed to a crawl, the evening having lost its heat at last, when the neighbors’ houses turn chiaroscuro as you take..
F Categories Cinema Non-Fiction November, 2017 From Samuel Goldwyn to Andrea Arnold: the transformation of Heathcliff’s filmic identity Emily Bronte’s Heathcliff is ‘a Lascar’ and a ‘dark-skinned gipsy in aspect’. With the arrival of Heathcliff, the idea associated with him is that of..
L Categories Book Reviews Non-Fiction November, 2017 Leonardo Da Vinci: The New Biography Suhail Rasheed shares his experience of reading Leonardo Da Vinci's new biography by Walter Isaacson
R Categories Fiction October, 2017 Relief Patterns, June 1952 Relief Patterns, June 1952 Seismic gap: A segment of an active fault zone that has not experienced a major earthquake during a time period when..
A Categories Poetry October, 2017 A collagist tagged the sky The sagas break like a new moon covered in tickets Hammer camp wow, auto parts and her ankle rehab True stick death, slow seasons, sunswim..
T Categories Fiction October, 2017 The Case of the VIP Towels I “Shit, jana padega. There’s been a break-in in some MLA’s house. Tell me Begum Sahiba, why does this happen every time we have a..
