Toaster Poem, by Nathaniel Krenkel
Philosophy and Poetry are not bedfellowsThey are beds.The toaster is a marvelous thing.How many dead toasters fill the land? A billion? A gazillion?Poppa John Mistic walks into a barHe orders…
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Older, by Octavia Cade
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum
Bring the Meteor to the Skeleton Christopher asks, “In modern times, what precautions are taken to ensure that someone is not buried alive?” Very few, I’m afraid. None of our…
The Time I Watch the Foxes Drink, by Jonothan Pickering
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
Gorgon. Chemotherapy. Party Time., by David Arroyo
After “Here I Am” by Martin Espada She slides into the Hammerstein Ballroom, gorgon at a monster’s bash, styling and profiling.Brass hands like Isotoner gloves clawed with brass tacks.The vamps…
A Dervish among the Graves of Ghazni, by Tanvir Ahmed
Among the strange happenstances and peculiar mischances of ancient times is the story of a dervish in Ghazni who dwelt only among the dead.
My dead aunt visits me in the dream. But, my phone autocorrects Dead Aunt as Dear Ant, by Chinedu Gospel
for Aunt N— My dear ant comes to me in dreams. Because she’s so small, she can make a tiny hole in my cerebrum. My dear ant offers me a glass of water. She thinks…