by Brett Stout After she annexed her existence and the Crimea, confessions as oxymoron’s were written in dead languages on blank Post-It Notes left in empty carriages as the broken dams filled with neon ghetto […]

by Brett Stout After she annexed her existence and the Crimea, confessions as oxymoron’s were written in dead languages on blank Post-It Notes left in empty carriages as the broken dams filled with neon ghetto […]
by John Tustin The worst times are the times like now When the days whiz by like the blur of cars Passing by when one is hitchhiking on the Highway With just that little wistful […]
To remind you how long before white becomes invisible –you fold this dish cloth over and over as if each splash is wiped with a cry making room the way an old love song turns […]
by RC deWinter my life is a grimoire scribed in invisible ink on vellum that crumbles at a touch unreadable and even if it were you wouldn’t want to a history of wrong choice attributable […]
by John Garmon I grew up in anger, shame, and blame. I found later others knew the same. Moving around this country, I was aware Of living in a nation of much despair. I know […]
by Giovanni Mangiante I took my father’s revolver, walked back to my apartment closed the bedroom door closed the windows closed the curtains, emptied the few bullets in the chambers put it to my temple […]
by Keana Aguila Labra & Vanessa Maki sharpens her literary knife with her sixth chapbook, the trials & tribulations of complex situations. She takes a universal experience, loss accompanying heartbreak, and makes it unequivocally her […]
by Ann Yang my jaw is swollen from holding back all the secrets clenched between my teeth … artist: Morten Lasskogen Ann Yang is a writer and poet based in the Bay Area. She has […]
by Shawn Anto & I was driving down CSUB Way minding my own business Can I ask you something? really ask […]