Synthetic Corpse

poem and photo by Craig Muderlak, Western Editor of Transience Discarded face-down. Floating in stagnant water and forgotten Cottonwood leaves. Imbued with indifference, A memento of retarded erosion. After thirty years, Blind as this synthetic corpse in the desert I am still an eroding child. Oscillating between hindsight and foresight. Emulating an enlightened being, But in reality Wallowing in Prickly Pear and snow. Intention overshadowed by decade-old calluses.  Read More

Unless You Have Cats

poetry by LL Bourke, Feminist Criminologist, Cape Town Before – 2006 You said on the phone While I paced back and forth Across Samito’s evening kitchen- Your relationship was ending. I could hear the strain in your voice, The uncertainty in your certainty That occurs when we fall out of love. I want to tell you, When it’s time to leave, Leave Unless you have children Or as Terah would say, Unless you have cats. It’s not hard to leave your lover I would... Read More

Accoutrements We Would Want

by Caroline McCarty A campsite coffee table during a splendid weekend get-away to Sasquatch! Festival at the Gorge in George, Washington in late May.  Read More

Expensive Toys

by S. Ray, Jenica Andersen, & You “How many times do you think it’s happened that a man flying a helicopter has gotten road head?” “Wouldn’t you call that air head?” “Yeah. Sure.” She swallowed the last of her brown liquor from the copita. “I bet it’s possible. I mean, in the history of helicopters? That has to have happened. Do you want an other drink?” He reached for the bottle. “I’m good, this tastes like ear wax. It’s... Read More