Elizabeth Medina

POEM         Love (Life)’s an open corridor to Future suspended in space pitching like a drunken boat It’s transparent walled no ceiling, no floor with floating signs in strange languages fading in and fading out It’s fun…

POEM           For growing old For filling –rather spilling—out For the karma of going unnoticed For a rate of success with men since age 48 of: record negative double digits …and still falling (oh my god)…

FICTION         Nilang squatted beneath the umbrous shade of an ancient baliti tree. It was high noon and she still had a four-kilometer walk ahead of her to Santa Elena and the parish priest’s house. She carried…