Amnesiac Dink by Simon Turkel

Amnesiac Dink by Simon Turkel 

A MAN named Dink (D) sits cross-legged in the grass in a small park in the center of Philadelphia (P). Beside him is a large bronze statue (LBS), presumably crafted in the likeness of one of the more famous characters from the American History Books (AHBs). D was sitting on the small stone stoop (SSS) of the LBS just moments ago. ...READ MORE

Spange by Zak Block

Erika has been excused from her current lease, without the service of homemade eviction notices laser-printed on pink stationery, so that the next three to six months will find one already uncommonly peripatetic—and that, both by nature and that of her vocation,—leading an even more uncommonly, intensely concentrated form of itinerant life, in the shape of, over the impending months of effective homelessness, subletting myriad apartments, rooms, partitions; and spaces able to be defined as none of the aforementioned. This is Erika.

"Flatlands" by H. Jones

I.
Anxious box
Confining box
Constricting box
Staggeringly tight steel box.

II.
She watched the spider darning
Darning a web in one corner
Busily defying the flood of sterility radiating from the fluorescents
By beating hemolymph around its little body

Password by Dena Rash Guzman

“Everybody wants perspective from a hill,

but everybody’s wants can’t make it

past the windowsill.”

—Silver Jews, Pretty Eyes

Bags mostly packed. Panties still not dry. I reach for the blowdryer to finish them off; there's more on my mind than impending travel, or the lyrics of that song I liked enough to try to remember, or damp lingerie. There's an unexpected thought, a wholly unfamiliar vision. An invading army crosses the meridian of my medial temporal lobe, the nursery where infant memories incubate, where the mortality rate is high; where things are left to die, exposed to the elements of everything else.