by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 27, 2023 | 2022 October
The aftermath makes me a housekeeper. From behind the radiator, I sweep clumps of dirt, cut hairs, dead things that cling to me like lint. The pipes of history have burst and now it stains the ceiling and drips down the walls. I catch it in buckets and toss in torn...
by Junpei Tarashi | Jan 2, 2023 | 2022 October
Katie and I often do laundry at the same time. She says that laundry will be her death while filling a front loader. Her husband would let the clothes stink until he couldn’t go to work. Even then. She knows that I’m gay since my underwear told her behind my back. I...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Dec 23, 2022 | 2022 October, Poetry
For You It was silence that entered our mouthsIts track elusive, untraceable as it goesLike the tail of a lizard disappearingInto the crack of a wall. The sticky lick of air, rubbed its tongueAgainst our summer- kissed skinThrough the day...
by Junpei Tarashi | Oct 27, 2022 | 2022 October, Poetry
Sometimes it’s really easy. The sun is yellow and then pink. The heart beats a little harder for you. There has never been anyone else who has made me feel like this – like my belly has a reason to be full. It’s really easy, really. The poem means what it says....
