Sunday Comics
I will take the sun/in my mouth/and leap into/the ripe air/alive with closed eyes/to dash/against darkness/in the sleeping curves/of my body
Nine Rivers
Fiction from Tibet’s Blo bzang.
Re-Birth, 6 AM, May 4
Poetry by Max Reif.
Sunday Comics
He went and took up with a Salvation Army band girl who played dirty water on a swordfishtrombone. He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller lake and he said “gee, but it’s great to be home”
Haiku 53
Poetry cycle by Andrew Hamlin.
God-Door
Fiction by Tshe dpag rnam rgyal.
The Day She Was Born
Fiction by Dan Absalonson.
The Lamb and the Wind
Fiction by Julia Kelbling.
Sunday Comics
The swimmer knows she’ll never touch the floor. She can float unharmed by murky wars and the land is as plain as her skin but the water shines like the star in her mind.
