by Jide Badmus It’s a rainy morning. The earth breathes cold on its citizens. I reach for a blanket of flesh that is unavailable. The room is filled with pieces of you— strands of hair, […]

by Jide Badmus It’s a rainy morning. The earth breathes cold on its citizens. I reach for a blanket of flesh that is unavailable. The room is filled with pieces of you— strands of hair, […]
by John Grey So cold, so sunless, in these northern climes and yet, in the distance, horizon won’t go dark as green dances deliriously through brownish-red emissions, glowing blue emulsions, and solar wind blows pink […]
by Zach Beach Life isn’t always magic. Sometimes, a tepid morning fills itself with the small necessities: a run to the pharmacy. Cleaning last night’s soaking pot. Watching a sitcom before bed; an inexpressive face […]
by Elancharan Gunasekaran if you decide to look my way in the brick alley darkness blind but seeing soulless but feeling i suggest you do so- with macabre eyes with longing with a sense of […]
Dear Mom, Sorry for the late reply. It’s been a little crazy over here but I thought I should keep you abreast on my goings-ons. I’ve had a career change. I’ve enrolled in one of […]
The Street of Lost Steps Jim Carroll hits the west coast, his visions and dreams fueled by getting off junk. He’s on the methadone plan. He writes of successfully becoming an “anti-social hermit.” This is […]
by Rickey Rivers Jr Tribulation Beads of sweat given to every woman with knotted hair, dark children hide in the cool shadows of their mothers. Walk. Watch them walk across the desert, feet blistering and […]
As She Builds Planets You must respect the space around the body for she lives to build planets for tomorrow. Dim she seems in the paleness of her shawl yet she burns with the passion […]
by Cat Kivett Smith Memory Records concurrent rainbow bleeds deep and then soaks around circular time layers The Dictionary dashed-up expression splashes neat over each side sentences knock dry … Artist: Ruthorn Rujianurak Cat […]
memories of you before you’re gone; dried petals on the windowsill crackling on the breeze tiny sparks of burning chaff glitter in your eyes light that ripples on loneliness in company by a purling brook […]