Hillary S. Jacqmin – Jughead, Mid-Life
In Tokyo, the long dream of Riverdale fades
*******like spilled Hitachino Nest. Who was I back then?
Seventeen, my stomach an empty eel,
******** no eye for women. I knew my way around
Seif Eldeine – No One and Syria’s Struggle to Sleep
No one washes his hands and face three times in preparation for his prayers.
No one thinks this is enough to get the blood out.
No one sleeps to the sounds of bombs. No one loves this lullaby that has
become his music since the electricity shut off.
Randall Mann – A Better Life