• Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Alshaad Kara The Dawn’s Bellow Eavesdropping into that mansion in smut,Your piano is screeching the dark emotions.My emptied heart is stuck in an urn,Is my liberty in captivity?Eavesdropping close to my heart,Cracks are appearing on the ceiling!Water is flooding through the decanter!The violin is quivering by this spatter.Submit those sunrises to those sunshine,My heartbreak…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by George Freek Life at SunriseAfter Li Po A spider web of stars,encloses the moonin a suffocating net,but the stars are long dead,and the moonis merely a rock of lead.Life and death are eternal mysteries.and questions without answersare better left unsaid.I look at my cat, sleepingpeacefully in my bed.He’s troubled byjust one thing,when he wakes,…

  • Night


    Dominik Slusarczyk was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. He has been making art for a number of years. He makes everything from film to music but is am mainly active in painting and poetry. He writes extensively. Earlier this year he self-published ten books in a variety…

  • The London Bridge…

    The London Bridge…

    Has fallencycling after seventy years. Her casket embroideredwith gold lions, harps,and Queen Mothers jeweled apex. Leaving behindunstained trotting marblefurnished gemsstolen memorabiliagleeful /dispirited hostsand unruly descendantswho wear pretty coat of arms. A bitter commemorationthis telegram.I will not celebrate the death of one oppressorwho will birth a new one.I wonder what coat it’ll wear? Artist: Rachel Bailey

  • Rivers or Shadows Down The Line of The Letter

    Rivers or Shadows Down The Line of The Letter

    by Margaret Saigh Between control and intuition wild geese fly low in the bedroom wood— you knew this once some trees, processed pulped, glossed, priced. Geese fly low along the slats. Blossom of the spider. We arrive from one another— chain of somersaulting babes around the belly of the earth my mom went into the…

  • After The Breath is Music

    After The Breath is Music

    Hazel J. Hall (she/they) is an eighteen-year-old disabled-queer writer based in rural New Hampshire. Right now, she is pursuing an English degree while working on her first novel. More of Hazel’s work can be found in Wishbone Words, Overtly Lit, and Beltway Poetry Quarterly, with other pieces forthcoming or visible at their site, hazeljhall.com

  • Heat Death

    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…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    Ashtyn Layne is a poet, artist, and punk rock enthusiast. At 18, they published their first chapbook with Ibbetson Street Press under a previous alias. Their poems often explore the concept of identity and disillusion, commenting on the many coping mechanisms one turns to in order to find themselves amongst a world of chaos.

  • A Small Part Of The Pantomime

    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…

  • Quick


    John Martino is a writer, educator, and avid traveler currently residing in Hong Kong with his partner, Xiuli. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in North Dakota Quarterly, Another Chicago Magazine, Connotation Press, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, and the anthology Envy: 7 Deadly Sins Vol. 6 from Pure Slush Books, among others.