POETRY

(The bus with its eyes closed) By Andrea Longini

November 23, 2015 // 2 Comments

(The bus with its eyes closed) The bus with its eyes closed Moving around an island, deserted Why do people put themselves on little islands In the name of [...]

ROCKET by Jeff Latosik

August 31, 2015 // 0 Comments

Semitrailers, truck-less, parked in equidistant rows and a salt crust forever on the pane like a low inclement weather that won’t lift. We’re on the rocket— so named [...]

IT MAKES ME SICK IT JUST MAKES ME SICK by Lynne Crosbie

August 31, 2015 // 0 Comments

It makes me sick it just makes me sick That they are always TEXTING or TALKING while I, fuck I am slid- in G: Do you see what I did there? The WORD became the DEED, Off this [...]

I’d rather die on an Amtrak, in a way, than live on one. Commuting on the toilet seat in the locked little room all the way down to Baltimore and back—between the two Penn Stations, which are about 3 hours from each other. I had so many fights with that one mousey conductor. He picked on me. Not because I look poor, but because I look like I don’t have to work no more. [...]