Archive for February, 2010
Poetry: “Ablutions,” by Josiah Bancroft
I come to
the mirror,
a smug,
run animal,
extracting
my eyes, teeth,
rub the dent
of rings
into the sink.
I put a comb
to my head
because I’m
flirting again,
and catching
blown kisses
in my beard.
Fiction: “The Dead Men in the Bushes” by Lisa Burdige
There are dead men in the bushes, she thinks, right by where I walk the dog. Dead rich men killed by goblin boys. Thin, wiry boys, strung out on greed and miscellaneous wanga. Breath burned by that crazy smoke. Lips, cracked and dry, marked with tender pipe sores. Smelling a sweet, plumy scent like a cold shiver up your spine. (more…)
