New York Tyrant

apple strudel
by Tetman Callis

Jordan Castro

apple strudel <br>by Tetman Callis</br>
my mama didn’t raze no fool no sir 
she razed herself a sporty sophisticate with a taste for fair game and gumbo
one gone off to view an elephant or two
the big apple! the city of angels!
a boy with smarts enough to walk himself around the block
not only once and not merely twice
nor even such as thrice but a fellow who can step out on a block
walk it clear to ad infinitum 
never tiring
never flagging not even down a cab

Two Poems
by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

Jordan Castro

Two Poems <br>by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza</br>

POEM FOR MY IMPOSTER SYNDROME

Stay up late at night
I suck / no talent / have you all fooled
Go to sleep
Dream of failure
Wake up
I’m terrible / how could anyone love me
Pop open the laptop
Have to practice breathing for a minute
Avoid being distracted
Too many June bugs crashing into my window
Buzzing and thumping
Trying to destroy me
I anthropomorphize all events
Paint everything purple
Need to dive deeper
Imagine a house in my body
Descend the staircase and look outside
There are mountains
Of course there are mountains


Shelter
by Babak Lakghomi

Jordan Castro

Shelter <br>by Babak Lakghomi</br>
He does not know how to find the studs. He still goes around the rooms drilling holes into the walls. He inserts plastic anchors into the holes, installing shelves on screws positioned into plastic anchors.
     When he hears the doorbell ring, he stops drilling and walks towards the door, the wooden floor creaking beneath his feet. He looks through the peephole, opens the door halfway. 
     “I’m in the middle of something.” His right hand clasps the doorknob. His left fingers curl around the frame.
     “Do you want to go for a walk?” she asks. She is always suggesting he should take a walk.
     “Don’t you even watch the news?” He points at a dead plant on the porch.

IF YOU LOOK TOWARD THE SKY
WITH SAD ENOUGH EYES YOU CAN
SEE FIREWORKS EXPLODING
by Jereme Dean

Jordan Castro

IF YOU LOOK TOWARD THE SKY <br>WITH SAD ENOUGH EYES YOU CAN <br>SEE FIREWORKS EXPLODING <br>by Jereme Dean</br>

Cruel men have kidnapped me.

And housed me in a cement cage.

Chained to the wall.

There is no light.

Or fresh air.

Only stagnation and frozen yogurt.

That is what I’m fed.

Each day, by the unidentified.


Cave Me In
by Richard Chiem

Jordan Castro

Cave Me In <br>by Richard Chiem</br>
There is this peaceful way Sarah listens to her immediate surroundings: she's always wanting to find some other truth in the world, and she’s really quite unstoppable when she wants to buy in. She is told the proper way to live is about buying in, about getting outside your comfort zone, doing more. She waits in line patiently at the grocery store, picking up something special for her favorite person, her honey bunny. Bit by bit, like breathing, it happens naturally now, the listening. It's the how and why of everything, the listening. The calming the fuck down, and listening. Petty, vicious thoughts drown out in her head and her worries soften. There are people everywhere coming from everywhere, hurried bodies and swinging limbs flowing from all walkways and corridors.