Black Venus Flytrap

Black Venus Flytrap by Jeanetta Rich I met Jeanetta at a poetry slam (give or take six years ago) and was amazed how she naturally commanded the stage with her grace. Of course, this body of poetry didn’t miss a beat. Black Venus Flytrap explores sexuality, heartbreak, growing up, and coming to love your blackness, … Continue reading Black Venus Flytrap


by Keana Aguila Labra Natalie reminds me of a song that should have been longer, that’s how good it is. The reader is immediately sucked into Keana’s heavy imagery and meticulous style of words as she expresses her love and heartbreak. This is a walk down memory lane you’d want to take while learning to … Continue reading Natalie

Cold Room

by Jide Badmus It’s a rainy morning.The earth breathescold on its citizens.I reach for a blanket offlesh that is unavailable. The room is filledwith pieces of you—strands of hair,vestige of scent,mirage of smile &a ghost of your voice.There is a depressionon your side of the bed—but these walls struggleto reconstruct memories.The mirror claims not torecall … Continue reading Cold Room


by Mark Mitchell This bodywas not workshopped. No one soughtbetter ways to build it so functionswould join smoothly and everyonewould be pleased all the time. It will justhave to do its best.&& Mark J. Mitchell Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Starting from Tu … Continue reading Unwell

Rainfall Baptism

by Sarah Prindle The sky is grey and heavy with unshed tears. Stay still as the rain pours down, cool crystal droplets falling to earth upon our heads washing away dirt and sweat, a blessing a baptism a brand-new life. & & Sarah M. Prindle Sarah M. Prindle received an Associate’s Degree in English from … Continue reading Rainfall Baptism


by Zach Beach Life isn’t always magic.Sometimes, a tepid morning fillsitself with the small necessities:a run to the pharmacy. Cleaning last night’ssoaking pot. Watching a sitcombefore bed; an inexpressive facelit up only by flickering… What else should one ask for when the party was yesterday?when our minds refuse&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&to focus on the written word. &&&&&When our … Continue reading Calm