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Cats abandoned Peacock Lane generations ago / There have been many attempts to re-introduce cats to the neighborhood & they always agree to leave / The HOA meets every Fifth Friday at a subcommittee chairperson’s house & is expected to be fed & watered with seasonal fruit & watercress sandwichesContinue Reading

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Old hags fly through history. On the backs of their brooms, the inevitable black cat. Ninetimes witches change magically into sinuous feline form. In mothy blackness cats’ eyes burntopaz, blood-stained ruby. Familiars, whisper secret chants. Black rites are hidden indarkness. Freyja, goddess of death, drives her chariot over wintry skies.Continue Reading

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There is nothing quite like the feel of fresh bloodDripping down the jowls of a greasy faceBacklit shadows dancing from peat moss burningNight; dark night looms so silently loudWhen the rushing rivers of your bloodRoar; drowning out the unspoken pitchLife has a way of becoming fever brightRight when that flameContinue Reading

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After W. B. Yeats In the dim coming times, vaccines won’t holdagainst the waves of milky greenish foambourne by ill birds, cattle and swine,and some will succumb to the mutating thing.Flesh will rot and fall away, soullesseyes burn hollow and gray, spoiled milk where oncefish swam. Gnawing hunger will raiseContinue Reading

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each day grows longer in accordance with desireto be closer to you; time bends towards wantas do we all. the sun traces across your lips and were iwith you, i’d not hesitate to give into the urge to lick light from your skin. when i think of how often theContinue Reading

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This isn’t a love poem. It’s something else entirely.This isn’t a love poem: it’s a sunny afternoon with us airing our grief in the city park. This isn’t a love poem. It’s that time you couldn’t stop staring at me rain soaked after we ran to the car, and theContinue Reading

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As a child, my favorite summertime souvenir wasNot seashells or sand crabs butThe tar that stuck to my salty feetLike a sailor’s tattoosAnd I’d dance upon the web-like shadow ofThe water treatment plantThat I mistook as part of the refineryIn hopes of staining myself permanently My efforts were no matchContinue Reading

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after Katrina Agbayani though i spent much of my life trying.chased the barrels like i’d never known the rush of dizziness.clutched the mane of a living thing like we were one and the same.rode bareback in winter like my favorite childhood movie.somewhere in a box left in my childhood homeContinue Reading

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From the upcoming release Zenithism by Jonathan van Belle. Pre-order it today on the DO Store. What is Fermi’s Paradox? Fermi’s Paradox is not so much of a paradox, at least it is not a logical paradox; it is more of tension between two putative truths: (1) We have noContinue Reading