Cold Room

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 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

If You Decide to Look My Way

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

Two Poems

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

Two Haikus

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

Three 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