I am grunting along the 60, returning
from Calvary Mortuary in East LA
where I walked into the wrong
services. My good friend’s mom
suddenly gone and me wandering halls
looking for the moon: Luna, …
because no one else will. His eyes
are white and cracked like the moon,
little crescents. And when I set
him down, he runs, not knowing
where he’s going. …
(lights florescent, gurneys silver, linoleum slick) enter: bodies faces slack on back possessions bagged click case: male, biker, legs torn, tattoos paled, muscles gleaming click strip body click case: …
We can’t say anything need the numbers need the blue paper that represents green paper that represents the field of poplars bi-monthly to buy things DVDs DVRs RVs numbers calculators in …
‘I’m sorry. I haven’t done this before and I’m quite nervous,’ he said, folding himself into the suitcase. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘Take your time. The whole town’s come to see …
Selections from While Percival Was Falling Reading by translator Jessica Cuello. (Scroll down to view and listen to the original poem.) Percival’s song is an unruly beast a howling story I …
