Mary Burger
From the Optical Occlusions series, looking at how perceptions of landscape are altered by technology and infrastructure. This piece is in the collection of the Sutter/California Pacific Medical Center Cathedral Hill Hospital in San Francisco, opening in 2019.
Dennis Vannatta
Mom set a can of Vienna sausage and a Yoohoo on the kitchen table in front of me. That’d been my favorite breakfast when I was a kid, but I’m fourteen now, an old fourteen it sometimes feels like although other times I think I’m just starting out. I don’t know.
Kathleen Hellen
in lesser light
in pews in back
I sit outside
Karin Wraley Barbee
The first time I sat in the armchair by the fire, whiskey and biscuits on a silver plate, the housekeeper removed my shoes, gestured to the window with her aged brown hand at the moonlit garden, at a grizzly circling
Luis Miguel Rivas Granada
Translation by David Feller Pegg
Santa Claus had another shot of aguardiente, then he stood up and staggered to the urinal. Bumps and bulges swayed under his belly as he walked and his disfigured girth began to swell up above his black belt, as if his chest were spilling out.
Stella Díaz Varín
Translated by Rebecca Levi
Ah, winter inverts into noon!
Almost— as if from primal waters.
Onslaught of clover,
four leaves bent to the wind,
Stella Díaz Varín
Translated by Rebecca Levi
I command soldiers.
And I’ve told them about the danger
of hiding weapons
in the bags under their eyes.
They don’t agree.
And since they spend all their time arguing,
the battle’s already lost.
Elvira Vigna
Translated by Adrian Minckley
There is a piss smell wafting from one of the corners (the left one) and, towards the front, the foot resting on the table in the black Havaianas
Harford Hopson
I stared at the loose hair on the dash in front of me. It writhed, it shriveled. Cringed in the wind. But even with the windows open it buoyed to the dash. It was strong.
Luciana Erregue-Sacchi
She, an Argentinian art historian, meets a Peruvian anthropologist at a Canadian cocktail party. Looking over the Edmonton skyline from the third-floor
Thomas Griffin
That this could perpetuate
anything matters least to
what follows
all out there
each act, moving
toward misery or perfection
J S Khan
“Wake up, wake up, the world’s on fire!”: these are the first words I recall my mother saying, and the first words I recall being spoken by anyone—but especially and specifically to me.
Stefan Kiesbye
When he returned from his run, the garage door clicker was gone. Troy was panting next to him, his tongue fat and purple. Richard fished through his pockets, three
L.I. Sargis
Numerous studies have been conducted on the erotic/authoritarian appeal of Donald Trump. An extensive corpus of tweets,
Jared Pearce
Just when it’s getting good, the rain
stops: barely slicking the road,
hardly cooling the concrete.
Daniel Uncapher
Shellhead went back to the counter. They’d put pickles on his burger again and he’d really specifically told
Anu Kandikuppa
Srini had not wanted to hit the grocery store owner—he had done it only to make his wife Priya happy. She’d always been difficult to live with and was becoming more difficult every day,
Fradl Shtok
Translated by Jordan Finkin and Allison Schachter
People are strolling in and out of the park, each and every one of them taking even strides, while May limps just a little.
Nadija Rebronja
Translated by Ivana Maksić
he was having his dinner.
three poached eggs and some salad.
she was having a shower.
he sank, completely.
she watched him sinking
Nadija Rebronja
Translated by Ivana Maksić
they were walking
towards one another
across the long wall
two men
or perhaps two women
the wall was
Miguel Gardel
When I saw her for the first time, she was like the sun, all lit up and radiating beauty. But it was evening, so it was more like the moon, a glow, not sunshine, softly inviting me to come closer. And the smile.
Jesse Falzoi
A guy I met on a train to Madrid five years ago needed a place to stay for the night. He showed up at ten o’clock in the evening, as I was trying to watch a show a friend of mine had recommended to me. I was too tired, I’d been drifting