Meg Tuite’s Exquisite Duet: David Tomaloff and Mary Stone Dockery

This is the latest in Meg Tuite’s Exquisite Duet. To go to the column page, please click here. What I Know About Being Alone by Mary Stone Dockery Yes, there is a soreness to the naked creature I have become. Nowhere to point my hips, she says: A body still exists whether it is seen […]

“The Colors of Maps” by David Mohan

I went out with a painter once.  He was always on the look-out for a new color he’d never seen before.  It could be a store sign or some spice or fabric at the market—he’d rush back to his apartment and try to mix the color on the spot. He used to wear these thin-soled […]

“Typewriter for a Superior Alphabet” by Robert Kaye

Elias Morgenthau President, Ellipses Typewriters 10 Foundry Way Dr. Patrick McKay, PhD c/o McKay Transformational Linguistics Institute re: The prototype Dear Dr. McKay, I regret to inform you that we have misapprehended the difficulties in implementing the typewriter for your revolutionary new alphabet. You make a compelling argument that a representation of language drawing on […]

Three poems by Aaron Samuels

After your grandfather father died in the voice of my mother We sat Shiva. Your aunt convinced the community she was grieving harder, held her own Shiva at the same time. No-one came to mine, left me with the body though, rotting, and filled with smoke. So I did what any good daughter would do, […]

“Bodies” by Hugh Behm-Steinberg

My lover puts up with my body, I take up too much of the bed. Who is your lover she says and my lover she says I’m uncanny today! Let’s arrive more slowly I say, a ghost, swapping ourselves with ourselves, and she says do you really want to be in my body my blood […]

Six poems by Allison Leigh

Something Nathan said that made me wonder where you went “Sometimes I fall in love with the wrong furniture.” Ottomans instead of nightstands, I’m guessing, lamps instead of chests of drawers. Upholstered loveseats versus built-in bookshelves — spiral stairwells — the act versus the shun. I cringe at writing silence — but mornings break, fog […]

“A Testament to Lost Things Regained” by Michael Peck

The architect is a master of sharp corners. Some of his corners are as perplexing as malice in fairy tales. Others as treacherous as minor chords first thing in the morning. We’re waiting for him to emerge from the office he has built himself into with his own entangled corners. We fear that he may […]

Two poems by Darren Demaree

She Paints with No Frame For Aubrey Hirsch I like your kind of breaking, the particle of it, the magic & the lack of lid on it, the char that drops blue as truth, wrapping the physics of our human restraint around the infinitely rich imagination of believers. I believe in color, I believe in […]