After The Breath is Music
by Hazel J. Hall he sits atthe edge of his stool. atthe end of things.a tumultuous tower beforethe edge of void, pressing in;a piano key hit beforethe void of whatwe do not know. every sightto be seen stares back at us now.him pressing those keys,playing piano, head tossed back&gazing up to sky&&&and seeing&our lasting resonanceour … Continue reading After The Breath is Music
Heat Death
by Hazel J. Hall we are a high school, honey-love crush,terribly beautiful at ourtipping point to the contact.staring into abyssal zones.walking on water;wading;raising generationsof fish through thisfinality. the poem steeringdirectionlessness into itsnarrative. the death ofoceans as a wicked stranglingno one wants to solve.it is all simply too eviland we are too pure to knowwhat terrible … Continue reading Heat Death
Earth Day
by Maria Letterioti We were told yesterday in class that we must respect Earth. That means the plants and the animals. The environment, our natural habitat. “We must collect all trash from the beach,” our teacher said. “We must not leave any waste behind, and we have to be considerate of others. Selfishness shall not … Continue reading Earth Day
Three Pieces
by Elancharan Gunasekaran Kill The Messenger Peeling the hood from shaved head, fingers grip tight. “It” struggles. Feeding the enemy, magic for magic. My wildfire to its tiny ember. Carefully I sift through the memories, siphoning conversations, maps, war plans. The euphoria fades and its life is gone. Gates unlock, another subject waits to be … Continue reading Three Pieces
Two Poems by Ashtyn Layne
Lunar As cosmic chance would have it,the disorder caused me to withereclipsed by the rapture of your love. How could I not relate you to the falling?To growing older than this body?You became entwined with its shade. When the blood moonshys away from the tangerine sun,I must wonder which body has moved on and where … Continue reading Two Poems by Ashtyn Layne
A Small Part Of The Pantomime
After Wallace Stevens by John Martino Her terrace was the sand at night,by the fire: “The difficulty to thinkat the end of day is equal to livingin a tragic land. Every time the bucks went clattering over Oklahoma,the lilacs withered in the Carolinas.Just as my fingers on these keys pourthe unhappiness out, the exceeding brightness … Continue reading A Small Part Of The Pantomime
Quick
by John Martino —a lamp shade&&&& for my luminous head Here!—uncuff the watch&&&& from my wrist Place my feet &&&&in buttercups! I won’t be needing&&& my eyes anymore Now I’m all ears&&& Talk to me Tell me everything&&& ’s gonna be all right&& John Martino John Martino is a writer, educator, and avid traveler currently … Continue reading Quick
Molly McNeely
Molly McNeely Molly McNeely (she/her) is a New York-based photographer and visual artist. Currently, she is working with a Polaroid 600 camera, as she is interested in the limitations of the Polaroid as well as its immediacy. The limited control of light and focus creates images that are dictated by the surrounding environment, a product … Continue reading Molly McNeely
H/O/L/L/E/R
by Lane Vineyard I have gazed into the eyesof the taxidermy foxand found its warped reflection of my ownmore fitting. its gossamer phantoms orbitsister moons of anthracite coal;once teeming with life, now entombed withincalcified dew. I’ve long fled mother Appalachiayet still anticipatethe city’s rancid pavement pools to exhale herritualistic chants in the tongue of eldritch … Continue reading H/O/L/L/E/R
Maybe You Should Choke
by Sam Ray I used to dim my light so they could shine a little brighterSo they didn’t feel badOr think God picked favoritesAnd he didn’t I worked hard to be everyone’s favorite light I used to be told I was too much so I’d shrink myselfI was told I take up too much space … Continue reading Maybe You Should Choke
Dream Noir 