Blue Jay, by Robert Havell after John James Audubon
August 23, 2024
I hate rich people, // my son says, spat // from the belly of the bus // that each day returns him // to dry land
Usually Rafael was called Rafa, but Hope shortened it further to Raf. Some of the other men who worked at the hotel would tease him when they heard this, but Rafael never mentioned it to her. He met her briefly while she worked the day shift during the summer time, when the sun would bleed through the windows and warm her pale face while she stood behind the front desk.
By Arjun Khade
In her woman's world, a virtual wombniverse; her vultcherish watchers wild in their flickering half-dreams of fleshy lust and crimson joy.
By Lucinda Trew
snow is coming // so are trucks carrying // glacial tons of salt to season // winter and cure streets // with brine