Jekyll or Hyde

. . . a quattuordecillion ultramarine buckminsterfullerene hemidemisemiquavering tintinnabulations . . .

overtime—
bubbling with surprise
test tube contents

.

[Translation: a quattuordecillion (a very large number) ultramarine buckminsterfullerene (blue geometric carbon, etc.) hemidemisemiquavering (sixty-fourth note) tintinnabulations . . . (ringing, tinkling)]

Anna Cates

Jekyll or Hyde

Enough

the trouble with marbles is the rich kid doesn’t give them back when your kid brother chucks them over

three bags full
yuk, what do they
call this stuff

*

down stream the call of a bird maybe but stop at nothing while it’s still dark

grandma
you had to be
it

*

hard up against it with nowhere else to go, there’s just the crunch of gravel

they
wouldn’t
want
to be
built

walls would

if
they
could
speak

Samar Ghose

Enough

Two Pieces

cocaine

when we’re done having sex, he asks me to blow his cousin in the adjoining room…

greyhound racing life of a side piece

.

ice cube tray

two bottles of vodka
four bottles of beer
a few eggs
a bottle of mustard

filling up on emptiness someone’s leftovers

Robin Smith

Two Pieces

3 Pieces by Nicholas Klacsanzky

Subway Window

The best time I had was when I forgot myself. I don’t know why I ever came back.

the subway car window
shows only darkness . . .
and my reflection

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Dervish

I can’t figure out if mysticism is ecstatic or a sham. I go between Sufi dancing and wanting fame. Not everyone can sleep in the sand.

emptier
than emptiness:
our first name

.

Idealism

I have never been on hard drugs, but it seems like I am. The cacophony of conversations in the cafe melds into my thought process and my mental silence. I thought I was high on meditation this morning, but I guess coffee can cut through inner calm, despite our idealism.

rain or snow?
I remove myself
from myself

 

Nicholas Klacsanzky

 

 

3 Pieces by Nicholas Klacsanzky