a ballad for my best friend // Hayden Armos
deranged, I asked if you would come
with me into the pink abyss.
you said, it doesn’t matter what color the abyss is.
instead, let's say the abyss was a tunnel.
Charcoal Husband // Tomias Keno
They’d put her in the side room by the vestry, the dusty one, where spare chairs were stacked to the ceiling, and a faded poster declared “Welcome new believers” in a font last seen on a yogurt lid.
Lobo, King of the Dogs // Lenore Weiss
I grew up amongst older kids, counting bees and straining chunks of sandstone into empty soup cans. I watched cats play with dead mice and then ran up the block to an abandoned house filled with ceramic bowls heaped with flies. Like us, there were dogs, strays that wandered in the neighborhood sniffing garbage cans.