New poem by Marty Krasney: “Where We Are Now”
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New poem by Marty Krasney: “Where We Are Now”
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1. A rocket hit the village. I woke up to the sound of the explosion. My eyes widened, I jumped out of bed, put on my…
Note: M.C. Armstrong’s new novel, ‘American Delphi,’ will be out October 15, 2022 from Milspeak Boo…
The Bureau for the Mitigation of Human Anxiety They were the survivors, they should have been happy, they should have…
JUSTIN ALTER, SLIGHTLY DRUNK, ADDRESSES MAYA, WHO IS IN EGYPT Now as I am hungover and queasy stumping about the tilt…
STILL I never thought of you as a hopeless romantic; this was news to me. Are you still meditating? Meditate o…
EACH NIGHT MY MOTHER DIES AGAIN Each night the phone rings— Your mother has passed. Each night I expect to be …
Praying at the Temple of Forgiveness for Zea Joy, in memoriam Last Monday you threw yourself, your body, dress…
ABBA-1975 Abba’s lyrics, like water shot from La Bufadora, mingle with volcanic steam from metallic pots of corn. And…
RABBITS IN AUTUMN Who will find our bones in a thousand years, bleached and brittle under the unyielding sun, scatter…
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst …
Noor and his wife Damsa moved to Paris when the Russians invaded Afghanistan in 1979. Twenty-two years later, after t…
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst …
(Editor’s Note: Some names have been changed for privacy.) The three white, rectangular buildings of Light of t…
Sergeant Reiss insisted on giving a full patrol order every time we left the wire. I thought it was overkill, …
This is the memory that stays with him as his blood abandons the body and life fades—this, the one comfort that will …
If you’ve never seen a desert, I mean, a real desert, you’d think the sand looks like murky brown water r…
The first time I met you I fought your father in the driveway. He fisted a tire iron, but he’d been drinking and he o…
the secret life of simon & the whale the boy inches close to the water &…
Excerpted from the collection Black Coffee by Daniel Ford, September Sky Press, June 2019. “Are we ever going …
I. Under a ceiling topped by swirling fans and surrounded by walls whose windows had no glass, the Private lay…
August 2011 I remember when you first joined, I used to tell you that the Army would be four years, the way that coll…
Breathless If you say “I am not a monster” Into the mirror and turn around three times A better version of you…