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His laughter, so fraught with memory, wrapped around me
and made flight impossible. Cuba, part temptress and part prankster, was
working its dark magic again.

At the age of twelve I developed a profound crush on a long dead Victorian consumptive. His name was Gerard Manley Hopkins.

by Sunil Narayan
The moonlight is my only solace nowadays
Its bright glow reminds me of the pearl from the dream I had last night
I held it in my hands while standing in a lake surrounded by roses
The cold water felt like daggers piercing my skin
.
It made it hard for me to breathe but I didn’t let [...]

Truong Tran reads from his books Four Letter Words and Within the Margins, followed by a discussion.

A nursery rhyme for the 21st Century

by Bren Gosling
Roland slipped from the main drag of the Avinguda Diagonal into a doorway so that he might have privacy.  The street throng had begun to flow thickly again, as Barcelona emerged from its Saturday siesta. No doubt many were heading to the nearby Corte Ingles department store that looked like [...]

Here’s our new GuyWriters Magazine, morphing from an experiment into an actual Literary Magazine.  Only half a year ago, the idea of a magazine that featured the works of our membership at large raised too many concerns among us.  For one, it would require more time and effort than anyone could spare.  It did, and [...]

by Dath Goldman

The sun slowly rises. I had to walk out from the bushes. Today was a good start, too good. In the back of my mind I wondered, “what could fuck this up?” Thought about international flight, that would be the best way to escape. I had to stop thinking this. [...]

For weeks he’s been saying we’re losing the intimacy thing. What’s it look like I’d say? If it’s a thing, what’s its shape, its color, its size? Where’d we leave it, I’d ask, egging him on, imagining something warm to the touch, soft like velvet, bordello red and sticky with Velcro; too large to misplace in a drawer or closet; too obvious of value to throw out by mistake with the trash.