“When were you born,” the ER nurse asks my Mom. “March 15....1928.” “Where do live?” “With him (she points in my general direction) and my daughter-in-law." “Who's … Continue reading→
After a brief hiatus, Dămfīno Journal is excited to return next Monday, October 16th with three poems by Joe Fusco, Jr. Meanwhile, browse our archives for amazing works we’ve had the pleasure and privilege to print.
After we decided what to do, Fiona said— After we saw he’d killed all the chickens and didn’t eat even one hen all the way through because he did it for sport or that’s what we thought … Continue reading→
Occultic Reference Dictionary
Cross reference for sex/love and empty glass jars: the small of a back, small knife of eye sight cuts into a belly, suturing around the button. Silence, then cells dividing into more knots of cells, then heart, … Continue reading→
Avatar of Long Feelers
A shell is left on the windowsill, gnarled grime creases the swirls— I don’t know what to do with two thumbs and eight fingers: without a body my faith is absent. I pick up a stencil … Continue reading→