Volume 5 Number 1
After one last pregnancy test, she returned to her seat to find that the cart with the egg custard tarts had passed their table and…
You hate the feeling of blue cotton. It’s the feeling of a day that goes too long. The flat blue sky is too bright. You…
Your forearms are made of daggers, but in a motel room they are made of intensity: I feel you like the ocean you feel me….
You lie naked on a motel bed covered with stuffed animals, and I sit in a chair watching you. With legs splayed, you select one…
We face one another on either side of a motel bed. You remove your dress, the black fringed one you wear without irony to weddings,…
Freud has warned women about men who stutter because they are likely to be disappointing in bed. But a speech therapist from the School of…
First came Dublin, porter and rain, longshoremen and short-arsed chancers. Everyone drunk and not giving a damn—feckless, they called it—a breath away from losing grip….
Three Davids swimming under a bridge. Two Davids diving gracelessly from a buoy. One David’s thigh with a birthmark the color of a raspberry just…
They had high hopes when they built Magalíluismili, so why they built the village in the bottom of a valley was a joke we thought…