by Jide Badmus It’s a rainy morning.The earth breathescold on its citizens.I reach for a blanket offlesh that is unavailable. The room is filledwith pieces of you—strands of hair,vestige of scent,mirage of smile &a ghost of your voice.There is a depressionon your side of the bed—but these walls struggleto reconstruct memories.The mirror claims not torecall … Continue reading Cold Room
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 and yellow. The closer I draw my coat to me, the wider my eyes open. What once was shiver is … Continue reading A View of The Aurora Borealis
by Zach Beach Life isn’t always magic.Sometimes, a tepid morning fillsitself with the small necessities:a run to the pharmacy. Cleaning last night’ssoaking pot. Watching a sitcombefore bed; an inexpressive facelit up only by flickering… What else should one ask for when the party was yesterday?when our minds refuse&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&to focus on the written word. &&&&&When our … Continue reading Calm
by Elancharan Gunasekaran if you decide to look my wayin the brick alley darknessblind but seeingsoulless but feelingi suggest you do so-with macabre eyeswith longingwith a sense of belongingwith faithwith wrathwith pleasurewith pressurewith pressurewith dark pressurepressing downon your lifeless body&& Elancharan Gunasekaran Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love … Continue reading If You Decide to Look My Way
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 best flight training programs in the world. Unfortunately, I can’t exactly tell you where it is. But I can … Continue reading Black Pill by Jake Anthony Mariani
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 nearly fifty years before Patti Smith arrives in Year of the Monkey. Same coast. Her dreams come from a sign … Continue reading Two Poems by Douglas Cole
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 burning, life forever churning. The animals stare and laugh but the mothers continue on because the mothers must be strong … Continue reading Two Poems
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 of a comet. So very quiet in the hours of fresher dews she seems to ponder her daily miracles. The … Continue reading Two Poems by Fabrice Poussin
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 & & Cat Kivett Smith Cat Kivett Smith is a high school student who works as a freelance writer, and has previously been featured in publications … Continue reading Two Haikus
by Patrick Karl Curley 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 & & Patrick Karl Curley Patrick Karl Curley is a poet and performance artist from Sligo, … Continue reading Three Haikus
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