Matt Sedillo is an openly Communist poet and a Damn Slam Los Angeles champion. His last book of poetry, ”For What I Might Do Tomorrow” drew praise from the likes of Jack Hirschman. He agreed […]
Soldier and Knight
Smoke billowed and the city burned. The fire bit into the grey. Child-like embers danced in the darkened sky because the glutton named War had eaten all day. Bombs flashed, revealing Death in the […]
Land Of Songs
“May God help you, young girl, to wash the linen sheet.” The village of Puvovocia, Lithuania is in the region called the Land Of Songs. Its voice, both solemn and playful, reaches from the […]
Yes, I Write, But Not for an Audience
Several million tracks of experience find their ways into my subconscious every nanosecond. Curiosity invites my consciousness to bear witness to life, objects, nature, etc., materials that are coded into my DNA and later come […]
Is It You I’m Writing For
The sage burns, the high wears out; and back again I see I’m not alone… It wasn’t you that I was writing for. You’ve already heard each word cycle back again. I wrote instead […]
Necrophilia, as in Sex in a Long Dead Relationship
With her head on my shoulder, I die. I become a corpse, cheery plank ice sculpture around which she joyfully dances, spinning on the balls of her feet, pointe shoe prop the purple fabric of […]
In the Issue
“He picked up The New Yorker, saw his work being praised, and tossed it. He tossed the rest of them. They made his ideas mean something, and he hated those filthy animals for it. Before, […]
Sneak Peek at Author Interviews
“Language feels very physical, we try to pretend like we trap it on the page with text, so we try to pretend it’s only text. It’s not like there’s the word of text that’s in […]
Mechanism of Choice
1 I’m not nearly articulate enough to explain the long, winding, bloody road that led to Chase and me falling out of merely fucking and into actual love. It’s been several years, and only the […]
Quiet
After this I don’t want to sing anymore love songs I don’t want to be victim to this memory it always tastes sweeter in the mind than it did at the time.
“make america great again”
part i. I guess this is where it has been going for a while— back in my first apartment in Gotham, remembering ultraviolence as a kid, I can hear the thumping of the sea, […]
No Taste to Freedom
The boiled soup Decays—since when have we behaved? This sinkhole hits home— hear me out loud: “There is no taste to freedom, like CO2, we burn up atmospheres because, yo, we hold all the […]
as if
as if to peel the skin away to get to the tender fruit inside only to find that some of the fruit is hard as well as soft some sour along with the sweet […]
The Flight Home
Sweet Lucienne, I hope everything with you is well. I can’t believe it has been so long. I still remember driving out of Phoenix at night with Will in the backseat. He was just […]
Rejoining My Distant Parts
Sleeping in a dojo, thinking of Kyoto, I meditate as an entity crafted by dreams. The sliding straw door opens, calm at its seams. Opening its eyes, the entity sighs. Signs of anxiety? No. […]
Tokyo
Maybe it’s the jetlag or possibly the smoke. As we sit atop the tallest tower, I can sense the tinge of doubt. It creeps across our minds. A world apart from the mundane, listening […]
Forbidden
Shhh. Do you know what it’s like not to be able to open your mouth? Not to be allowed to speak the truth? Up to the point that it’s stuck inside of you, eating you […]
it will be a cold day in hell
language borrowed from one-star yelp reviews of cemeteries and funeral homes I the workers lowered my aunt like if she was a dog, the casket hitting the sides– for a moment i thought the casket […]
Grammar
Letters topple Over the curve of my bottom lip A rusty red bathtub Overflowing Time spills over the edge And suddenly I am wet Soaked in a flood Of ticking whispers Saturating me in […]
Waitin’ Around
I met him on the square. He always played his accordion proudly and loudly, sticking out like a sore thumb against brick buildings and refined architecture. The people I knew in those days were a […]