Further Reading
Perfume
by Charles Kell
Last summer your skin tasted of orange peel, of ephemeral lies buried deep in your lungs. Never more than two words: that hurts, or like that, right there. Every- thing inside me became unlocked, the Stanley knife you stole that looked as though it could barely break flesh, the love letters […]
this one goes out to the one-eyed love
by Ed Go
flesh of myflesh & blood of myblood bone of mybone & muscle of mymuscle brain of mybrain & heart of myheart lung of mylung & lung of mylung intestines of myintestines, large&small thigh of mythigh knee of myknee calf of mycalf & calf of mycalf […]
MAYDAY Magazine: Issue 6 Fall 2012
FEATURED ARTIST José Ð Almeida Scenes of Catharsis: A Gallery NONFICTION Bobby Neel Adams The King of Sixth Street Rebecca Cook Yellow Cake Joanna L. Grisham The Stranger Bryan Paiement Reserved for the Son FICTION Tetman Callis Yttat Michelle Davis Broken Jacob Doyle If You Were the Ice Jeff Friedman Seeing Letitia Micah Dean Hicks […]
