by Nancy Zafris
I saw her at a party where no
one was having fun except her.
It was a celebration of profits
and the long hours of billable work.
by Edward Mayes
As if we had no other place to go than X
Or the precursor of X or the dreamy state
Of X, where our bodies have windows
Instead of shadows, where we pass through
The first doorway ever conceived . . .
by Shannon Robinson
The zombie community is astir with controversy. One faction insists that zombies are mindless creatures who cannot make the traditional moan for “brains.” And that in any case, they don’t crave brains specifically, but the flesh, blood, and organs of any living human. This is what I’ve learned from scrolling through chat boards.
by John H. Culver
The waiting room in the ER at Rome’s Policlinico was a vast rectangle with four banks of chairs set facing each other in a much smaller rectangle. One group of chairs was missing a front stabilizer, which meant that any time someone sat down or stood up, the rest of the chairs moved in unison.
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