jeffrey zable

Pitiful by Jeffrey Zable

Driving home in a cold, pouring rain I spot this guy limping along in the street completely barefoot, wearing only a t-shirt with pants hanging halfway down his behind. [...]

May 29, 2016

ACQUA DI PARMA and other poems by Frank Rubino

Not that green afternoon, when walking by a taco truck near Montclair High School, I felt a bird drop a load on my forehead. [...]
A Modern Yiddish Dictionary by Mari Pack

I. The old Ashkenazim at my office say “nuu” when they want something like fucking Israeli teenagers they are restless, [...]
Farmington, Maine : The Warmth of Winter by Julia Guarch

Every winter jacket I ever owned paired with layers made me feel like the walking Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters, my [...]
A Brief History Of Cola by Glen Armstrong

Though cola is undeniably a cultural construct and any modern, identifiable culture should be able to construct a Rube [...]
Pitiful by Jeffrey Zable

Driving home in a cold, pouring rain I spot this guy limping along in the street completely barefoot, wearing only a t-shirt [...]
Cena Trimalchionis by Benjamin Goluboff

The long withdrawing roar can no longer be heard above the small-arms fire from the clubs and schools and churches. Forests [...]
A Thing From Spain by Ashlie Allen

They know I am not fluent in English, but still approach me. “Why are your eyes so black? Why do you look like you’ve [...]
Three Poems by Bennett Allen

Losing My Edge What’s it like to be a gay warden? Sorry, deputy warden I want to ask him but don’t He [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

Tightly Packed Sardines Forget the niceties And note the following: While you are tightly packed Like sardines in a can, [...]
Our Man by Meg Pokrass

This week our stunted man hobbles around the house wearing fluffy, taped-together slippers. It appears as if he has broken a [...]
Familiar Stranger by Eva-Marie Sher

The crow on the horizon you see in the eyes of the Trappist… from The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You by Frank [...]
In Which All of My White Ex-Boyfriends Simultaneously Run For President by Khaya Osbourne

the careless whisper, soft pair of lips, hushed ‘i love you’ that you threw into the night comes back to your [...]