I took Maryellen, a lady of leisure, to every expensive restaurant and high end bar, indulged her with gourmet food, fine wine and droll conversation. I spent a lot of $ on her, as a gentleman always pays for a lady. It was my intention to wear down her defenses and inhibitions, to spend a day and night with her, warming her up to strip naked in a luxurious hotel room with a heart shaped Jacuzzi.
Dos retratos en dos marcos diferentes, dos fechas de nacimiento, dos nacionalidades, dos identidades. Ella no abraza a los árboles, los besa apasionadamente, la sangre que brota de su boca rota es savia dulce.
The eye is the window to the brain and there sits the optic chiasm. A cross current chessboard of visual information. In ancient China, King Wen changed three lines into six lines to form 64 hexagrams in his book called The Book of Changes. Ironically there are 64 arrangements in DNA and 64 squares on the chessboard.
After school, at 4 o’clock, groups of us passed a marijuana cigarette between us, and the rock star’s younger brother, in a haze of smoke, summoned the visage of his famous brother, his fame eclipsing the heads on Mount Rushmore the shining sphinx, the grandiose heads of state in eternity, a mummy of the first hominid preserved at the earth’s core.
Onírico Sueño campanarios en éxtasis, sueño tu frente que avanza por lejanas provincias cortando rosales. Sueño tu caballo rindiéndole pleitesía al viento y a ti tomando las riendas con la fuerza del coraje que se instala en tu garganta. Sueño tu espalda reposada de violines para que escuche tus voces con el color de tu …
As I was the grandson of a statutory rapist, son of a bastard, the dishonor Panayiotis cast on my mother was too much to bear.
Travesía Seas túel extraviado que regresahacia la nieblade nuestros cuerpos. Catástrofe El amorserá poseídopor los únicos sobrevivientesde esta masacre. Vaticinio Tu cuerpo disuelve las cosaspara anunciar un gemidoo recóndito extremo de la nocheque ya no esconde nadani siquiera una nueva formade estremecimiento. Extrañamiento Me miras como si fuese tu feticheme tocas cuando estamos solosno soy …
When I was a little kid my first years were spent with my mom and dad until they parted ways when I was in kindergarten. Before that, I remember my mom walked a lot because we didn’t have a car. My last memory of my dad’s work was he was a taxi-cab driver in Billings, …
Lauren Scharhag (she/her) is an award-winning author of fiction and poetry, and a senior editor at Gleam. Her latest poetry collection, Midnight Glossolalia with Scott Ferry and Lillian Necakov, is now available from Meat for Tea Press. She lives in Kansas City, MO
Gessner’s work lurks, to induce the peripheral mind while feeding the predatory eye. Here we see the ultimate conflict and fantasy of the Freudian id haunting the masculine mind.
