by Keana Aguila Labra Natalie reminds me of a song that should have been longer, that’s how good it is. The reader is immediately sucked into Keana’s heavy imagery and meticulous style of words as she expresses her love and heartbreak. This is a walk down memory lane you’d want to take while learning to … Continue reading Natalie


by Mark Mitchell This bodywas not workshopped. No one soughtbetter ways to build it so functionswould join smoothly and everyonewould be pleased all the time. It will justhave to do its best.&& Mark J. Mitchell Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Starting from Tu … Continue reading Unwell

Rainfall Baptism

by Sarah Prindle The sky is grey and heavy with unshed tears. Stay still as the rain pours down, cool crystal droplets falling to earth upon our heads washing away dirt and sweat, a blessing a baptism a brand-new life. & & Sarah M. Prindle Sarah M. Prindle received an Associate’s Degree in English from … Continue reading Rainfall Baptism

The Garden

by Zach Beach flamingos balance on bamboo sticks insects carry themselves over tense water flowers unfurl&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&their fragile wings birds commute&&&&&&&&&&thousands of milesfor one tree the earth cleansthe universeof its stardust everything hingeson the &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&edgeof a fragile existence and yours is as precious&&&&&as a bird’s eggas open as the ocean&&&&&as light as the skyas wanting&&&&&as the … Continue reading The Garden


by Zach Beach Occasionally,we hurt. Our boss berates usand we die, a little. We become so smalland want to disappear into nothingness.Such is the ego-trap of thoughts. While the depths of the heart calls to us,the music of the soul whispers to us, the connection of spirit beckons us,and the calm of the sea sings … Continue reading Depths


by Zach Beach Occasionally,when we wakein the stillness of night, in a quietnessthat allowsthe ticking watch on the dresserto make itsvoice heard, our soul dips its toes intothe void.It’s a call we all get at some point,with questions on the other sideof the line, is this,all there is?what if none of it matters?is it true … Continue reading Anicca


by Avery Krause your fingers under chin, &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&tilting up &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&two turns graze steering wheel, my &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&palms stream salt your hands lay loosely in lap, &&&&&&&&&&&&&holding honeyed air &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&black bound bag swings unchanged, my &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&split knuckles drip your dirt dimmed nails overworked, &&&&&&&&&&overwhelmed by shadows &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&nails trail bloody lines on scalp, my &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&anxious finger fiddling … Continue reading Stretch