Like a Cigarette After Sex
I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review. The Former Lives of Saints is a collection of poetry by Damian Rucci...
she jerked him off in my car
under empty moonlight down i-45 north the stones playin’ devil rhythms while she slid her hand down his tight forest slacks sitting in...
when i said i had a husband
the wrinkles around his mouth pulled backwards like puppet strings without control crows feet disappeared when his eyes formed marbles he...
the worst place i ever slept
chilled air stands still as the door squeels open like a pig up for slaughter the house welcomes me with dust and the scent of flesh...
napkin journals and tacky dreams
He liked the way the yolk got stuck in his fur. Ears draped down to his ass, Riley devoured the undercooked bacon and eggs over easy like...
the day i thought of killing myself
i took out a payday loan because workin’ two jobs didn’t pay the bills no more i sat in my driveway fighting panic disguised as a heart...
maybe we were children
when the leaves stole our imagination in autumn, and the river turned into a street corner full of cities in its cracks, the jazzman’s...
i have forgotten the lines of your face
how far they stretched when you smiled— how invisible they became when the sun hit you just right the broken teeth we suffered now...
The Violence in Finding Heaven
It was raining the day Jack got off the bus. When he stepped through the screeching doors he was met with torrential skies, and a crowd...
a sandwich named desire
i slice him open and spread that baguette wide so the ho ain't got a chance fill him up with fried chicken bacon, provolone slam his...
