MY COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT – by John Grey

My older brother would tag along after my sadness. He’d watch me stuff my head in the pillow, scratch at the blankets, squeeze the sheets together like the pimple on my chin. “What have you got to complain about,” was his favorite saying. I’d take a swipe at him. It was house money. At best, I’d connect with his silly jaw. At worst, he’d grab … Continue reading MY COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT – by John Grey

California Is A Fucking Home Wrecker – by Emily Watterson

We are naked Together When we are fully clothed Save exposed toes And twenty feeble fingers Tracing spine And greeting our corresponding prints with Familiar and distinct satisfaction No sound But the plead and pull of gravitating hips and lips Inconveniently cracked And revived by your invigorating stem of hand There are no words But frequent upward turns of moistened mouth And the occasional clash … Continue reading California Is A Fucking Home Wrecker – by Emily Watterson

Visiting L.A. – by Richard King Perkins II

I’m fond of the ones who leave never having said a word— the ones who speak the silent language fluently at the edge of the slippage between home and homelessness. We struggle to escape the burning continent. The city remains stoic— the oldest appeals condensed on the shores of La Brea. I think I can live with you beyond the repressed ruins; ownerless, abstract, having … Continue reading Visiting L.A. – by Richard King Perkins II