Issue 2

May 22, 2018

Morviv: A Package Insert

Description: A Morviv kit consists of two pre-filled syringes with ready-for-use sterile solution for injection, plus a special timer. Syringe A (with a red safety cap) contains a clear, colorless or slightly opaque liquid with 5,000 IU Morviv death-inducing polypeptide. Syringe B contains a clear, colorless liquid providing the resuscitation solution. Administration: For intravenous use only. Never administer the contents of either syringe as an intramuscular […]
May 22, 2018

Rotations

I’ve lived in six homes, seven rooms and two countries I was not born in since leaving my parents’ place. When I return it’s not just a physical move, it’s also a reacquaintance with the familial realm and streets I did some growing up in. Time is sort of static in a small town. I swear it’s the same three people always waiting for the bus, […]
May 22, 2018

Small Talk

May 22, 2018

Sex After Sixty

There’s this loud grunt when he comes. In different circumstances, it might bring rescue vehicles, but for now it’s pleasure. It just comes with a long, near heart-stopping strain, that’s all. It’s like when he suffered from that clogged bowel or the barrage of needles during gum surgery. It’s not his fault that temple-tightening times come to mind when he falls off his wife. It’s all […]
May 22, 2018

The Madhouse

Every Saturday morning my great aunt Giovanna repainted her apartment. I should mention that this process was not a simple repainting of the walls. No, this was an artistic re-imagining of everything: chairs and couches, radiators and beds, shoes and chandeliers. It always began with the sound of Padre Livio’s raspy voice from the Vatican’s Santa Maria radio station, followed by a loud knocking on my […]
May 22, 2018

Locked in Time

He wore a suit, tattered by the elements. Mud had stained his pristine leather shoes and constant rain turned the Armani vest into a sodden mess that stuck to his slim frame like a second skin. Overall, Jonas Van Halen drew a sad shape in the night, outlined by the sputtering fire he had somehow managed to create under a rocky outcrop. The man shivered and […]
May 22, 2018

Pots & Pans: What Keeps Me Going

May 22, 2018

Snarl

Morris Mordes was meek talked with flowing motions a cross between a rabbi and a ballerina worked as a room maid in a Manhattan hotel commuting from the Bronx until he repudiated the USA by stepping on a plane to the Holy Land where he met Petra in an Arab drug store near a kibbutz where the members specialized in tolerance He would have disliked the […]
May 22, 2018

This is Not a Poem of the Articulate Rain

This is Not a Poem of the Articulate Rain Today the rain speaks in French, the French I failed to learn in high school. Also, the French I failed to learn in college. Also, the French I failed to speak in Paris. Also, the French I failed to speak in Lyons. Also, the French I almost spoke in Marseilles. The rain knows every language. Sometimes it […]