• Simple Truths

    Simple Truths

    by Duane Anderson Simple TruthsHow can I hatewhen I’m filled with love?How can I crywhen I’m full of joy? How can I not see beautywhen my eyes are open?How can I not love youwhen my heart is open? Simple truthsI sing to you. Duane Anderson Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has…

  • Cry Out

    Cry Out

    by John Grey Artist: Eric Kim My hands tear and bleedscaling the barb-wire fenceas mongrel dogssnap at my heels. Every dream is like this.I no longer wonderwhat does it mean.All I want is to wake upwith my feet intact. My subconscioushas its way with me,dropping me offin perilous situationswith no chance of escape. My flesh…

  • Urban Myth Has It that There’s A Driver Who’s Been Circling London Ceaselessly

    Urban Myth Has It that There’s A Driver Who’s Been Circling London Ceaselessly

    by Jenny Middleton You are a coordinate on a map, a starting place and a destination endlessly circling betweentheir arms – the names of places you drove through on the way tyre-tracking into memory.Distance is a drumming spiral of numbered miles and love is admitting there are places youwill never reach – people you don’t…

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    by Carla Sarett Artist: Eduardo Argoud Self-Portrait as Shostakovichplays stud pokersmokes a packtap dances on pianosleeps in unlit stairwellvalise packedprays not yet not yet Self-Portrait at Dinnerone person hereone person missing Addendum for Healthcare ProxyIf I lingerbefore dying Know I’m readyfor what is next. But before you setme free, play the Brandenburgsto the last note,…

  • After Hours

    After Hours

    by RC deWinter sing me a new songin the key of longingfiltered through the shadowsof everything you ever wished fori promise not to laughor be dismissivei recognize the colorof the those shadowsmelancholy’s hazy haloloneliness in almost midnight bluei too am a dreamerwith my own songa wisheron the gentle evening starthere’s music in your voicewisdom in…

  • Not

    Not

    I cannot write/ Do you understand what I’m saying?/ I cannot bear to write/ Is today/ Is my wife/ Dead and gone?/ Yes, she is…/ Marc Isaac Potter does not have a dog named Wilbur

  • Beyond Words

    Beyond Words

    John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…

  • Family Reunion

    Family Reunion

    John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…

  • 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…