Christopher Buckley – Know-nothing
Know-nothing. . . y entre los que menos sabian yo siempre supe un poco menos —Neruda Among those who knew what they were talking about, I invariably knew less . . . for years I was a dangerous young man . . . . In college, I put in the […]
Samuel Prince – Fer-de-Lance Trafficker
Fer-de-Lance Trafficker Coco was a teenage biopirate, carrier for black market pharma — exotic molluscs, translucent frogs, baby anacondas — or some faceless collector’s grim menagerie. By nightfall she’d wait for the three-tiered bus to the airstrip, her booty bag slung, bulged with critters, and the condors mooning over the canopy, the still-warm roads. […]
Maria Rouphail – Pandemic, 1918
Pandemic, 1918 (for MR, who lived and died in another century) 1. Wind-waft and a brown leaf lofted from a dry forest floor. Bone-scrabble of dry dirt— a forewarning, and the story two generations told again and again about the microbes’ fatal power, and the grief of the young mother whose sibylline brain […]
Emma Trelles – I Have Been Dreaming of a Time Machine
I Have Been Dreaming of a Time Machine To come and come in the abandoned garden skin vines a way of beginning to stay up all night with you again young and blind to the spectacular death of each minute how something has bitten the persimmons while we rolled […]
Rafael Jesús González – Terafines/Teraphim
Terafines Son abandonados, enterrados, tirados entre tiestos. Y nosotros, desterrados del espíritu, alma-velas agitadas y enmarañadas en las adujas de nuestro hablar, el pensar un trapecio embrollado, colgamos en el espacio. Esperan nuestro regreso o nuestra caída — rechonchos, sólidos, graves, formados de la tierra. Teraphim They are abandoned, buried, lying […]
