ghost town
the wind whistles
through my bones
summer beach the naked truth
the stories
family photographs
don’t tell
ghost town
the wind whistles
through my bones
summer beach the naked truth
the stories
family photographs
don’t tell
curfew
rats roam
the streets
quarantine
more cars
at win job center
Two Notes on Language Awareness
The cruise ship sails upriver through the Qutang Gorge. Bored to death, John steps out of his cabin and leans on the gunwale to see the towering mountain peaks and cloudscapes. A few steps away, a young man, whose black hair has been dyed golden brown, is taking pictures of his girlfriend who poses with a slight smile. Printed on the back of his t-shirt is a Trojan ad in English.
“Do you speak English?”
asks the cop. “No!” answers
the handcuffed man
Reaction
In a filling station in the catfish capital of Belzoni, Mississippi, a man waits impatiently and mumbles outside the men’s room, “Usually women stay in there that long. How can a man stay in there long?” Standing behind him are two other men waiting to relieve their bladders.
shopping season
mannequins in new fashion
along each aisle
their eggshell faces
cold and cool

Ananga Rengay
red fountain pen —
she corrects a typo
in the Kama Sutra
blotting his copy book . . .
tantric snores
still pink and swollen,
the spot where they removed his
“Lolita” tattoo
torn IV drip
grandma’s arm
fifty shades of gray
tucked into his casket
a vintage Playboy
so all the night-tide
I lie by her side,
her tomb by the sounding sea
Tanya McDonald, USA
Lew Watts, Chicago, USA
Charles Trumbull, USA
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