Inkblot Literary Magazine
The Most Creative Coaster on Earth
I'm trying to remember last night's dream.
He had bought a dozen bao from the grocery house that morning and eaten them all himself.
Remember when we were kids,
and you volunteered
to hold the circus showgirl’s torch
as she swallowed fire
and you set her aflame?
hold your nose now, he tells me, Johnny the beloved in red swimming trunks, ankles gone gummy in their submarine sway. to your right, a...
Oregon feels like beginnings. Like the air is thick with the hero's journey and becoming.
And we were just dizzy from the chocolate chip cookies and your mom’s raspberry lemonade...
We have ten different kinds of dipping sauces and a terrible sense of humor, finding comedy in the way you cut your finger on a wishbone.
Today my sister swallowed a goldfish.
The brightly colored wrappers make crinkling noises as they tumble out in a sugar avalanche.
If you think you are transparent, remember every verse that is not there...
What I had thought was nothing was, in fact, artificial light inside dozens of tiny buildings, casting tiny shadows in orange pools...
The soles of my feet are rough like my mother’s and my lola’s, from picking lemons from her tree barefoot and dancing on cold concrete.