The Rest of the World

Adam Schwartz

One day, after work, I got off the elevator and I could see, way down at the other end, the little girl who lived across the hall, sitting on the floor, locked out, again.

Excerpt from Undeliverables: Prose poem postcards

Jacob A Bennett

Postcard unto a glint of lightspeed Little pinprick, little leaklight: so much dissipates in the wake; so much accumulates in a delay. A wink become a nova become just another patch of darkness. The wind was up a little today and I was watching a flake of mica vibrate, a loose tooth-filling aching to free […]