Kadar Koli #5

I know, I know, poetry is boring, hard to understand and full of words that don’t make complete [...]

900 block

The beat cop leans down to the driver’s side window of the squad car. The noise coming off of Market Street is making it hard to hear what the two in the black and white are saying. [...]

Relapse in 26 Lines

A thick creamy plume of smoke rises up into the stale air of the hotel room. Back at it
again. Canʼt believe it. Damn. Eloi, eloi lama sabbacthani and all that shit. Fucking truth
of the matter, though, is that Godʼs off the hook on this one. Gacked myself up, as
usual. [...]

Drown

In, “Drown”, Junot Diaz’s compilation of short stories, we are invited to explore a streets-eye view of Latino-American melting pot culture. Diaz writes of life as a boy in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, and of coming of age in the suburban wastes of New Jersey. [...]

how i am not myself

On Sunday’s you had to make sure you had enough melon, because often, it was the only thing on the plate that didn’t get sent back. If you ran out of melon, the other cooks would freak, morale on the line would collapse.
“Dios mio,” they’d say, spatula’s and tongs dangling from their hands, the frantic [...]