My Song is Love UnknownBy David Bontumasi  The cards were in my corner. I couldn’t look too smart or too dumb, so I played it cool. The whole chain of events happened quickly: the discovery, the realization and then the final act. Just days.
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Dreaming in Kerouac By Nicole Sharp  The books written by Jack Kerouac are listed in chronological order within the first few pages of all his books reprinted posthumously. When this list is read in a weary, insomniatic moment; it reads like a poem. A slow, contemplative, foggy, hysterically clever poem.
The Institute for Affording Immediate Relief to Persons Apparently Dead from Drowning By Celeste Rose Wood  This is how we resurrect a fish:
pull her by her hair up a dank embankment. She will have drowned, likely more than once, each of her lungs now crackling, now still. See how from her mouth ekes an algal potion snaking like smoke. Pantoum for Anxiety DisorderBy Celeste Rose Wood  Instead, I have a capsized boat
where the crescent of my hips should heft a mast, a spine. This is how I drown and drown again from day to day. The Suskind PerfumeWords by Kinga Fabó Translated by Gabor G. Gyukics  Now the maestro is rather uninspired
Baptiste procure one like in the olden times follow her scent the woman turns her head it’s foggy steal her Major Arcana: The Egg By Celeste Rose Wood  A gray and white oval on a wooden plate. The plate lies on a pillow, the pillow on a bed. A window, small and distant, hovers on a black background. Outside the window, a naked tree, a blue world. That someone is walking up the path
to your door. That they stand on your stoop, hand balled and raised, hesitating. The Hairdresser's DaughterBy Kate Rose  The rickety street curved around stray cats and clotheslines, looking shabbier than the village from which he had come. Men with orange hats and vests made their way to steaming stoves set up on the street, squatting to shovel rice into their mouths. They smiled and spoke a dialect Hu Meng didn’t quite understand. The buildings loomed, as he expected, but in the distance, sending unknown prayers up to the sky. He suddenly realized there were people high up in there, mountain climbers of a new era. The thought terrified him and he hoped he would never have to go there; then again, if the opportunity presented itself, he would surely take it.
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