DUNJA LUKIC December 1992 I. It was in the shadows of a dark first winterwhen the stars were frozen in the night domeand even with our spinningwe couldn’t shake them from the skyheld our hungry mouths openwaiting for those falling universes to explode on our tongues expectant hoping our bellies would be swollen with stars. II. With wide seven year old eyes that same winter the sky was colorless it was snowing I saw stars
DAN WELLS Spare Change There he was, once again. Sitting on his bench, clothed in a knatty white dress shirt, collar curling like a dead leaf, dress pants cinched so tight they ballooned. He had a build for begging, emaciated limbs striking right angles, threatening to poke new holes in his clothing. He smiled at Paul, wished him a good morning. Paul scowled, locked the door behind him. Beggars were never good for business.
JOHN B. Lee Drugging the Fishes It seemsthe things we flushare drugging the fishesin New York City, for instancethere’s enough Prozacin the East Riverto keepthe herring happy as housewivesin sitcoms all seasonproblem is — they’ve lost theirinterest in spawning, soif and when the males come-a-milting(though they mostly come-a-tilting)they keep their eggsto themselves, their roe in sacks like bobblesthey’re so swim-dizzy they’ve lost all desireeven the words ‘oviparous,spontaneous myosis, external fertilization,egg vent’leave them cold-blooded …even the