The on-line magazine of short fiction and poetry.

Poetry



Taste


by

Raul Gallardo



Erotic dreams taste salty
Sadness tastes like tequila without the lime
Laughter tastes like a cold beer.
Hate tastes like a warm coke or a champagne and tacos hugover.
Love tastes like a milkshake with chocolate chip cookie and vanilla ice cream with chunks of cookie dough.
American women taste like hamburger and fries.
Ignorance tastes like vodka with orange juice.
Humiliation tastes like chewing rotten tobacco.
Cowardice tastes like vinegar
Depression tastes like Tostitos without the dip. Anger tastes like drinking black ink.

Poetry for Night


by

Raul Gallardo



Fiction and Non Fiction
You can read at any time
Poetry is reserved for the
Night

If I don’t wake up tomorrow
Let a poem by my last thought

A poem never gives you nightmares
Words protect me

When I wake up
I think about the poems
Waiting for me

The sun is their
Worst enemy

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April 2008

Fiction


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