Jul 25
The Mayor of Williams My tow truck driver is “70, but a young 70!” and has plucked me from Williams, CA to bring me to Marysville so I can rent a car He’s off duty and worried I won’t pay him “I mind my own business as long as no one fucks with me!” he …
Jul 24
BIAGIO FORTINI was born in Ripalta Cremasca, in the province of Cremona, Italy. His passion for photography has led him to travel to many countries around the world. His works are part of various anthologies and websites in Canada, USA, Spain, Italy, Albania and India and have been finalists in various literary competitions in …
Jul 23
WOUNDED SWALLOWS You rise like an automaton long before dawn, and in that silence the closing of a door is heard; your footsteps resemble those of a drunkard. A bit of bread is wrapped in a piece of paper. It is a long way by train and by bus. The hours drag on, and the …
Jul 22
A Sacrifice to the Gods of Industry I did not help usher my son into this world so that he could give his life over to Hydra Hydraulics, slaving through twelve-hour shifts in stifling heat for shitheel managers. However, I didn’t intend to have him sit around the house playing video games all fucking day, …
Jul 21
90 days of fiancés: #1 Tin weather hissed, beaded bodies pressed against the windowpanes. The baby forced his fists against the glass. I asked my fiancé if he called upon God to crack the sky and spill water like venom dripping from the serpent’s tongue He knew the baby and I wanted to go outside. …
Jul 20
Sleeping Within her light of beauty, the body lay. Death has no answer of where she is going. Only wind blowing from the east, indicating storms and tears on the horizon. Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone” playing on some hipster’s phono. Far away. Not seen. My wife, gone. Not known where to search. I …
Jul 19
Without Photos Down Lake Michigan, this white sand took generations to crush it from rock. Beyond sandpiper’s and bald hill, winds of dry dunes flip my protective lenses down, and I see your smile, your crusted jaw, sand trapped on your neck of grit on grits. Before, we talked about homes and the steps down …
Jul 18
guy eating grocery store sushi on the midnight d train it’s midnight on the d train which means this city’s turned back into a rotted-out pumpkin there’s a man vaping making the train car smell like strawberries and weed another guy is drinking a gallon of whole milk and spoon eating peanut butter out of …
Jul 17
Fragmentation The robots break dance to commemorate human extinction. Supplant human language with AI generated words. New history of new birthing process. Hearse parked outside Adult Mart. Robots making out with loitering dead human corpse heads until they break down into past severed ties. I can’t read your robot mind and you replaced mine. Bugbot …
Jul 16
He The world tonight is so old, so dark, as if its long-awaited end is near. Dogs sleep in the dark, silence creeps into every corner. Behind the open window in the living room, even the curtains do not stir. Outside, it’s so quiet, it’s as if the night stands before the blackboard, without having …
