In Conversation

Reading that Billionaires Hunted People for Sport in Sarajevo While I Pick Up My Child from School The parking lot still carries the odd pile of snow, hard as concrete. I remember when my child used to go sledding but could never steer. The biggest worry was trees. The car door opens, and I quickly …

Whistle While You Work #2 those temp jobs weren’t really so bad they didn’t offer health insurance so I didn’t have to worry about losing my health insurance and if I stopped showing up I’d get a text from the temp agency saying “your work period has ended, would you like us to find you …

Chaos to the Fly 1. It was fucking hot. Milsap believed there wasn’t a half acre of hell hotter than the northside of Hammond in the middle of July. It was the sort of heat that made you forget you had ever experienced cold weather. Of course, Northwest Indiana, sitting on the ass end of …

For My Wife Remember that night in bed laughing when I said If gross was net We wouldn’t be In this predicament Life in 2025 Always one minor inconvenience away From complete disaster Flat tire on a random Wednesday afternoon I’m fucked You’re fucked But at least we can always look forward to our weekly …

LIFE CHANGES AWAY FROM FOOD RETAIL HELL & THE BARS As I wade through reams of poems From the covid-19 years it seems like They were written from another life As everything now seems so different To how it was then. Work was hell & I nearly killed Myself with the alcohol needed just To …

we’ll go as i think of you between lines and the poor sense of smell from a landscape with drunkards or hanged humans by Minerva Reynosa from El Martillo Press Minerva Reynosa’s we’ll go as i think of you between lines and the poor sense of smell from a landscape with drunkards or hanged humans …

Tired pavement acts as memory Please do remember when driving a two lane back road some mostly abandoned state route numbered and forgotten in a world bound by global positioning satellites and interstates that gobble up tires and hide topography behind walls of quick-growing softwood trees or sound-proofing walls or scraped mountains sides that it …

12:38 Tuesday Afternoon In bed with a burning flu at 12:38 on a Tuesday afternoon in the dead suburbs of Sydney. A small black radio playing loud in the dry adjoining white and beige bathroom to muffle the annoying sound of stray birds from my neighbour’s backyard. Old portable fan on in my bedroom to …

Employment Despite the promises           I don’t think the afterlife offers much rest. Maybe I’ve lived           too long with the habit of labor not to mistrust           an eternity of indolence. Whatever the chore                     or chores,           they probably won’t involve pouring concrete or drinks,           grading papers or shooting grade for a hungover equipment operator           waiting to open …

A Taste of My Zucchini “What happened to your pimp cane, Polish Hammer? Haven’t seen you brandishing it around for the better part of a week.” “Ah, one of those middle-aged strippers at Uncle Buck’s Booty Bungalow sat on it and broke it. Damn thing wasn’t near as stout as I thought it was. But, …