Seizure by Stephanie Andersen

It is late in April, one of those cool and wet mornings when the sun’s light is hazy and blue. I wake early, escape out the front door of my suburban townhome with a cup of coffee, tell my husband I’ll be back before the kids wake, and take off down the street in the…

Five poems and four collages by Steve Dalachinsky • Empty Mirror

“actual size” – Steve Dalachinsky the blood hustle   (more than a lb. of flesh) – “everything is somewhere else.” – for gregory corso @ perazzo funeral home nice suit gregory simple    deep  rich brown   velveteen your not-so-pale skin not as tight as i expected not as artificially seamless though certainly not       you your closed eyes a cloudy mirror of…