Bi(Cycles) by Burcu Seyben When I was a kid, my parents rented a small apartment. Other low-income families, like us, were there, too. Vacations by the sea; I think we stayed for a month or so. I don’t really remember if I liked...
Read MoreIn the pulsing heat, in the black cathedral of war, the amber-tinted silver of infra-red illuminates a man. Nimble in the moment between the squeeze of the trigger and the crack of the rifle, he crouches and fires: stalker and...
Read MoreMorning at his table coffee (or was it tea?) gone cold Should he make breakfast? A dog barks. In the bathroom, he looks in the mirror: dissociates in the...
Read MoreShe lived a typical childhood. Her mother modeled for magazines, on runways, and in stores. Her other mother packaged Tastykakes and Swell Bubble Gum at their factories in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Her father sold Cadillacs at...
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Niema sets her wine glass on the bedside table next to a burning candle in a glossy brass holder. She removes her clothing slowly and quietly, her eyes intent on Sebastian. Curled on his side, he could sleep through...
Read Morei like the way you moved with your little basket full of apples toward me today the smell of coffee made me think you were there among my books there is a picture i want to show you of a basket full of apples and you walking it...
Read Morethe ice layer is deceiving this time of year the surface is bruised and has begun to crack i stand on the edge of the lake considering whether i’ll cross to the other side most of the questions that have kept me awake at night...
Read Morei swim farther in and bump into an underwater mound not hard to locate once you hit it a place away from uncertainties you can touch bottom if you stand on tiptoe got to try hard to keep balance though undercurrents push you...
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