In Whores are Always Melancholy, by Jess Mize, published by Finishing Line Press, what starts off as a narrative with a haunting, gritty film-noir feel soon becomes something more contemporary and sinister. The book begins with descriptions from a ghost-like narrator, who travels around the world and describes everything they see. They allude to jazz […]
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Star Fall Sans Sound by Jess Mize
sixty to seventy degrees (the blissful climate perpetuated in the city of angels) only the hint of a breeze; atavistic autumnal scent provoking awe at all the southern falls past and the warm silence of nature with some leaves ruby grapefruit red and others neon lemon butterfly with a few still as green as the […]
Moonscape Two Prose Poems by Jess Mize
Moonscape The moon was once worshiped by our ancestors. Secretly, and with much fuss, but only in certain company. She had a sex, obviously, and was called Salome, Cynthia, Astarte. The lovers sleeping with mouths agape are intertwined upon a cool grass bed at midnight. There are emerald serpents which about weeping willows perform the […]
Middle-Class Magic by Jess Mize
Clear water; crisp transparent natural liquescence. Glass memory. The air up there holy. Let the sun melt into the horizon, ooze into the sea and just fade away as our memories, mirrors, and lives. Germination occurs mainly in autumn. Too much rotten human waste from the fabulous summertime. You always said life has taken you […]
The Gaseous Vertebrate by Jess Mize
Cazart! … A dreary haze of gray falls across the afternoon of the city. The branches of thick-foliaged trees come to life with the motion of the wind. The surf three-hundred miles away breaks and crashes over rocks and piers and sends banana boats swaying. Rain is in the air along with a fresh, cool […]
Indie-Pop by Jess Mize
Genuine smiles are like indie songs on the radio. Few and far between. Songs on the radio are like reflected suns. Mirrored discs and metrics bouncing back to the beam. The drums. The drums. The drums. Swelling vibrations that flow along with staccato heartbeats. One can do without anything else excepting music. Music is the […]