..:: CONTENTS ::..

..:: POETRY ::..
Sarah Trott
  monumental
Christopher Eaton
  Poems for Burning Down Black Ark
Jennifer Dearinger
  the cup having not been washed of the rifle under the bed
  indian head nickels
  crystal serving plate
  wrapped in the sheets
  dirtied knees from somewhere
  _______
  unscattered ashes
mIEKAL aND
  JOSEPHY BEUYS, the day gurdjieff died
  Row Under Rivers
  Avant Garde Country of Contemporary Art
Jeffrey Schrader
  Ships in Bottles
  Deconstruction of V
  From “Pittsburgh Notes”
Noah Eli Gordon
  from Jaywalking the Is
David Applegate
  [A silent]
  [I don't know]
  [You juggled]
  [Our sky]
Lynn Strongin
  MOVED TO. . .
Amy King
  Leisurama Porn Couples Dance
  How To Make a Painting
Bill Stobb
  Poem for an American Barbeque
  I Truly Believe Bill Gates is a Good Person
  Spiraling
Jason Fraley
  Evidence
Friedrich Kerksieck & Aaron James McNally
  Untitled
M. Mara-Ann
  A Running Horse Veiled
J.D. Mitchell-Lumsden
  (fatehah)
  (on air late sunday evening)
  (the women, an intercepted letter)
  (to us)
  (elections)
  (fatwa ii)
Lizzie Brock
  Work that Body
  Untitled
Jacob Eichert
  Untitled (film/dvd)

..:: PROSE ::..
Powell Burke
  Evensong
Michael Chacko Daniels
  Touch me? Vaya Con Dios inbound on the 22 Fillmore!
Sandra Hunter
  Take It Away
Paul Kavanagh
  Photography
Paul Silverman
  Letter To B

..:: ETC ::..
  Contributor's Notes
  Legals
 

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
  Volume I, Issue I
  Volume I, Issue II
  Volume II, Issue I

 


Evidence
Jason Fraley

     

I finish sewing the last Kevlar veil to cover my womb.

A canopy of afterbirth has replaced the sky.

The city's men gather in an aqueduct, recite spells
until their skins open and they drain into the ocean.

If a savior is coming, he is 98 trimesters late.

The children grow restless rearranging old parables.

A letter from my mother predicts my body
will malfunction, my lungs will stick shut.

This evening, I drive my car motionless in a cul-de-sac
that steers me away from the beach.

Someone has to sift through the foam for half-dissolved pieces
of teeth before a multitude of fish gather at my feet,

before high tide splits my mouth in two.

  

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