A Senile Lucifer by Forrest Roth

I am spoken by having. I am kept by saying. I am laughing. A thing less by one witness, no longer keeping my company. Who has moved on far from without, without a cause to take with. I keep the thing. I wit the thingness, as in now, should one take offense to my laughing... Read More

Island Parts I-IV by Tom Haviv

The rocks’ peaks push higher and higher, splaying water, producing more wake. / As the travelers empty out their sockets: a rain, a volley of eyes, vectorizing the white sky. / Islands burst into view, wherever an eye sinks. / Until nearly all of the travelers go blind... Read More