Mom prayed that the little brother or sister in her belly would be better than me and I get why because I have more of my dad in me than my mom and unlike my […]
Author: Lindsay Hargrave
asian supermarkets (Dina Klarisse)
supermarket tripsoriental’s not PC asian groceries frozen mung bean sprouts my kuya and i, still young stuck them to our necks held spikey jackfruitsto see who would last longest dad looking for shrimp smell of […]
Never (Pat Foran)
Dear Son, I’m watching a baseball game. The Dodgers are leading the Brewers, 5-2. It’s the seventh inning. When you were little, you didn’t like watching baseball games. You said baseball was boring. Endless. Every […]
Good Wine (Kevin M. Kearney)
On his way to the liquor store, Connor Lick rubbed his bald head and felt for ingrown hairs. He almost never shaved more than once a day for fear of nicking his tender skin. Because, […]
Boohoo you were born in a cult. (Nate Hoil)
The alien cult hacks your cellphone camera as the air conditioners keep your future corpse from spoiling. I hope you like soaking in marinated space. You are going to spin over flames on a stick. […]
Singing and Screaming and Silence (Ai Jiang)
What is the differencebetween singing and screaming,when the foreign lands we sing ofpush us out and leave usdrowning and screaming in the water? What is the differencebetween screaming and singing,when the words of our mother […]
Some Rooms Are Just Not Going to Work (Scott Mitchel May)
So get this, some motherfucker in some motherfucking room told me I was motherfucking allergic, ALLERGIC, to motherfucking alcohol; and the only motherfucking thing I have to say about that is that that motherfucker is […]
Technically Trespassing (Shaemus Spencer)
You were dying for a long time,practically since you were bornbones twisted up all funny,balloon joints mostly metal by age eighteen.Wasn’t much you could do about it. People called you shitheadjunkie. I didn’t see it […]
Linger (Jaya Wagle)
On winter weekend mornings, my sister and I hauled four woolen razais, bound in white muslin—our backs bent with the weight and the breadth and the length—out to the balcony of our house. We spread […]
Rejection Letters 