Volume 6 Number 1

Allies

I guess you’ll buy a gun. You’ll drive us into the desert, spray bullet-pat- terns on a stray concrete wall and tell me, “Guess what…

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Transformed

It was a haze of smoke when he tried to picture her, so one morning he started mixing her into his day, watching the gray…

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Toothbrush

The toothbrush has had it. Six bristles left to tickle out specks and scum, bent, crippled, and sad. The handle itself is made of rock,…

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Our House is Open

The child is throwing darts at an underwater target. He is like a secret society all by himself. His mother calls him to dinner. He…

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People Everywhere

With every hurt word, I hid behind furniture and nail polish and sweaters. I hid in lines, on buses, underwater. I hid in burritos and…

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Poor Boys in Trouble

1. Kira made Dutch a mix tape with only one song, dubbed over and over and over again. It was an act of aggression. If…

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The Neighbors

The neighbors are strange and prefer privacy to brotherhood. They keep to themselves. They sleep odd hours and complain to the police when I play…

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Betatakin

I desire differently now. Hard to tour bodies or buildings. Perhaps I will spin like a whirligig, feel body lag a second behind my tight-wound…

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Grandparents Heart Babysitting

Quarter to twelve and peanut butter and duck feathers sully the couch. The girl cries in waves, swells rolling four long hours and counting. I…

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When The Cowgirls Stop Riding

I avoid you like a house with no coffee. There is no dancing, only horses, only Eskimo kisses on sun stained noses, only my ten-gallon…

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