After Neneh Cherry

by Mary Shanley No worries when I sing along with Neneh Cherry. She delivers me to the inside, where the percolating begins. Where words awaken the flow and I’m moving in a direction like none before. And that’s my deal, like none before. Percussion rocking full steam, go for the vibes, shaker of sticks, accentuating … Continue reading After Neneh Cherry

Two Poems

by Alan Parry & & Pallbearer i’ll always be grateful to dad for allowing me the freedom to say no, i’m not comfortable with that & Last wish i yearn to die in the dark unseen until mornin’ & & Alan Parry Alan Parry is a poet and playwright from Merseyside, England. He is an … Continue reading Two Poems

quit notice

by Salam Wosu because my body is a house situated beside the beautiful sea overlooking the horizon/           high above clouds I cannot afford it. Today I sold a piece/ of my soul for another moment/       to watch the sun set dive/ into the wetness of the sea. Tomorrow I … Continue reading quit notice

Of Dreams and Eulogy

by Nisarga Sinha Ours is a Winter love story.My messy bun,your midnight laughterandstars.I have been visitingthe stars on my terraceof late.Andthe Nebulaerupting from the dead lilacs.The heavy tinge of forgetfulnessrunning through my veinsand the evening street.Yesterday,I saw J. Alfred. Prufrockand the unfinished poemof Eliot’s oblivion,laughing together, singing what they could have been,andGoing to Bob Dylanto … Continue reading Of Dreams and Eulogy

Unreachable

by Paul Robert Mullen the continents have become small strides i have trembled upon peaks breathed the darkness of lairs untouched witnessed the peace of dawn skimming dampness off the clouds with wings bound for something / somewhere pierced the hum and haze of a thousand cities with hardened feet and softened mind i have … Continue reading Unreachable

Portrait of Wasps

by Mateo Lara we are not saved, trapped in the nest cradling arms, us, crawling with rage, twitching alive tucked together, neatly in rows, made into a bed. our buzzing was no warning it was a reminder that building community would find you blistering and needing reminders of safety, poking your gut hazily flapping translucent, … Continue reading Portrait of Wasps