Uptown Mosaic Magazine



The need I feel is not audible but it pounds its fists against my egg-shell skull, trying to break out in a spill of yellow goo. It pinches..

April 21, 2011


The station is crowded like a fishbowl, benches of stony coral and rotten planks sagging under human dialogue. The light is dead,..

April 21, 2011

It’s Hard to be True to Words/ It’s Hard for Words to be True

Trick trick trickles of words snow into black seas,    their undersides worn holey and white-..

April 21, 2011
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  • The Break
  • Yellow Cab
  • Snowflakes
  • Of Wings and Prints
  • Abbey Road Revisited
  • Carnival
  • Cross Culture
  • Juan Carlos
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