Sugar Hexany We’re already on dangerous ground — your voice does to me what music does ; is what I mean when I describe spending time with you … is spending time with the world , levántame baby in that which shimmers . How walking through grass cleanses the feet — the art that occurred in a vacuum ; minced…
“Five more minutes, then we get out and change our clothes,” I repeat twice. Shomik alternates between dog paddling and flipping himself in the water. I revel at his ease and imagine the sensation of respite, of weightlessness in a heavy world. Shumita, his sister, a first grader, plunges to collect plastic frogs and goldfish at the bottom of the…
Christopher’s crying in the stairwell. He’s been at it for hours. I’m concerned about what the neighbors will think, but also I don’t care, so I shut the door and fall back into bed. I turn and press my head into the pillow. I bury it so far, it’ll never be found, and just when I’ve reached the lowest point,…
Mr. B When I asked Mr. B about solar wind, he said there was no such thing, in front of the whole class. I was pretty sure he was wrong, and he was: solar wind is a stream of charged particles, mostly protons, released from the upper atmosphere of the sun and permeating the whole solar system. You can harness…
For most of a minute, the tenor splits his stare between his phone and the lake view framed by the minivan’s windshield. Then he sets the device in the cupholder. The other three members of the group wait in silence. Finally, from the back seat, the bass speaks. “What’s it say?” The tenor swallows. “It was all a joke.” “That…
This year, the front yard is a garden gone wild. An unruly thing. A bobbing field of bitter arugula. The herbage is higher than my waist. The sunflowers are already taller than me, and the bushy hop vine reached the top of its pole weeks ago. The intersection, an offset, four-way stop, is surrounded on three corners by mature trees:…
Sink into your parents’ plastic pool, painted mosaics on polypropylene liner, PVC flamingo floats, neon orange rafts turn your skin whiter (exsanguinate eyelids, cheekbones keen), cherry stone freckles sit– mistaken unsinkable seeds. For all of the Sylvias shivering away ventricle remnants of nostrum– (remember when you went around the world?) please don’t end here. Come out from under– water,…
Gianfranco Lentini is an NYC-based queer playwright, teacher, journalist, and First Generation Italian American. Gianfranco’s work has been developed and produced by Torrent Theatre, UNDER St. Marks Theatre, A Night of Play, Theatrical Response Team, Burlington County Footlighters, and the inspiraTO Festival (Canada’s largest short play festival). His work has been published by Molecule Literary Magazine and The Coachella Review. He is currently an Adjunct Professor…
“The University of Redlands held a commencement ceremony Monday to honor its ailing mascot Thurber following his cancer diagnosis, which was made public last week… Those close to the pup, including handler Beth Doolittle, praised the dog’s contributions to the university. Thurber was then presented with a diploma representing his degrees in math and psychology, and a minor in theater…
Have you ever seen the sun set through the grip of a palm frond? The way tangerine and lavender cuts through the leaves? The way the leaves cut through flesh if pressed? A young frond emerges folded, the area called the cabbage. The city skyline is littered with sharp cabbages tilting their heads. I once saw an overgrown palm drop …