“Please Remain Seated” – Matthew Mogavero

The plane took off,

and then did the woman

from her seat

through the ceiling

and then from the roof of

the aircraft she continued

launching higher through

the ether, eyes and mouth

wide, all screaming the same

thing.

Tomato juice

and

pretzels, please

I guess.

© 2016 Matthew Mogavero

Matthew Mogavero is from Florida. He studied English-Creative Writing at the University of South Florida in Tampa and left with a bachelor’s degree. He has been published before in PANK and currently, Matthew can be found either wandering around somewhere or playing an instrument in a dim room. Sometimes he may even be found making voices for any animals around him.

“Just Another Night” – Matthew Mogavero

It was just another night out at a restaurant. Rudy talking to Bill, Bill with his mouth open and eyes scanning the interior.

I watched them for only a few minutes from across the table…

I reached down under the table where the dog was lying on the floor. I lifted my sleeve and watched the dog eat the meat from my hands, and then my arms. I turned my arm slowly so no good parts were missed.

© 2016 Matthew Mogavero

Matthew Mogavero is from Florida. He studied English-Creative Writing at the University of South Florida in Tampa and left with a bachelor’s degree. He has been published before in PANK and currently, Matthew can be found either wandering around somewhere or playing an instrument in a dim room. Sometimes he may even be found making voices for any animals around him.

“The Mouth” – Matthew Mogavero

Why do I think too much? asked the man to a wall. Ask yourself that, replied the wall.
So he did,
all through the cramped enclosure of nighttime and past the crawling fingers
of sunlight,
and again, and again; until the man forgot what he was thinking about.
The man was distracted by the mouth that grew in his stomach, with an appetite
that caused the mouth
to devour the man from within, like a magician making a handkerchief disappear in
his fist…

© 2016 Matthew Mogavero

Matthew Mogavero is from Florida. He studied English-Creative Writing at the University of South Florida in Tampa and left with a bachelor’s degree. He has been published before in PANK and currently, Matthew can be found either wandering around somewhere or playing an instrument in a dim room. Sometimes he may even be found making voices for any animals around him.

“Pumped” – Matthew Mogavero

A man sitting next to me in the terminal in a
detached manner said, “I lost my wife at the urinal
farthest from desire.”

Before I could even acknowledge the full stop of
his sentence, the Balloon Vendor of Hope and
Renewed Excitement in Life fastened me to a
nozzle and inflated my inner outlook.

There was no magic in my life, no ghosts, no
telekinesis, no stray god found in a forest making
deals to remain a secret, no hidden worlds behind a
waterfall or in a hole somewhere,

I still haven’t been able to respite myself from time’s
dull jet plane and the many despondencies riding as
mawkish passengers that spew into my world, still
haven’t fully mopped up the spew from my aisles,

but now there is the “Urinal Farthest from Desire”
at the south terminal, Gate B.

© 2016 Matthew Mogavero

“Pumped” – Matthew Mogavero

A man sitting next to me in the terminal in a
detached manner said, “I lost my wife at the urinal
farthest from desire.”

Before I could even acknowledge the full stop of
his sentence, the Balloon Vendor of Hope and
Renewed Excitement in Life fastened me to a
nozzle and inflated my inner outlook.

There was no magic in my life, no ghosts, no
telekinesis, no stray god found in a forest making
deals to remain a secret, no hidden worlds behind a
waterfall or in a hole somewhere,

I still haven’t been able to respite myself from time’s
dull jet plane and the many despondencies riding as
mawkish passengers that spew into my world, still
haven’t fully mopped up the spew from my aisles,

but now there is the “Urinal Farthest from Desire”
at the south terminal, Gate B.

© 2016 Matthew Mogavero

Matthew Mogavero is from Florida. He studied English-Creative Writing at the University of South Florida in Tampa and left with a bachelor’s degree. He has been published before in PANK and currently, Matthew can be found either wandering around somewhere or playing an instrument in a dim room. Sometimes he may even be found making voices for any animals around him.

“What to Wear” – Scott Pinkerton

Stumble, fall, scraped knees
ripped pants
mended
needle, thread
finger prick
blood
stitched pants, scarred pants
unique, storied
character, soul
weathered
limited engagement
noticed
frowned upon
pathset, baggage
comfortable
memories
Stumble, fall, scraped knees
ripped pants
disposed
shopping trip
pull tags
sterile
new pants, unblemished
fresh start, clean slate
empty canvas
fresh pressed
pants for any occasion
common
expected, accepted
unchained, storyless
confident
dreams

© 2016 Scott Pinkerton