To disappear, light a match. From the flames
disperse ashes out to the campfire grounds, then play
the guitar until the strings break and bleed into your skin.Read More
Imagine a place where roots stay in water but the branches go up to the wild blue yonder. Sophie is 8 years old and lives in Maine. She likes to draw and write stories and...Read More
Rescue nothing but the fierce wings fluttering on the horizon—or our clamoring words above the abyss—in the end: bow to the radiance of la boca—sweat beading on the upper lip. Ultimately, we are only the meager cohorts of shadows—a harsh inheritance—trailing a swarm of stars drooping over celestial dew, fatigued and aching to collapse into dust. In our time, the hostility of el tigre collides with the steely visages of the ancient steles, and you and I parachute into a remote, solitary jungle beyond the semen-rain. Mario Duarte lives in the UNESCO City of Literature, Iowa City, Iowa. He is an alumnus of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and the University of New Hampshire. His poems and stories are published in Carnival, MadisonReview, Slab, SteelToeReview, OddvillePress,Storyscape, and...Read More
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