Amour on Doomsday
Sew my nerves to your Pillow case’s creases With memory. Honey, Encase me in Your hand’s cadence, Incase this world’s end Isn’t cascading...
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Kris Nesbitt
Nov 2
“Hallway Mentality”
last day on the gulch the cat looked at me and chewed predictable non-response the old war of everything against everyone this is by...
Darren Lynch
Nov 2
Manhattan
The circus notes of fields , I have read of the Hotel Chelsea , Fine , By the intricate beat of tablets rouse , An engendered contort...
Amanda Kluveld
Nov 2
Poetica Aphasia
Aphasia, the quiet thief, pilfers her words, leaving only shadows. She grapples to find the fitting, lost in a void. Her language,...
V.N Catalan
Nov 2
Anything to Stay by Her Side
Curse at the moon. Apologize after getting all the anger, disgust, and hurt out of your system. Hope that the stars will carry your...
David Linnz
Nov 2
float
you unhook your tether and i drift away into vast blank space no oxygen to say the heart is a racecar revving high RPM i can't feel...
Elly Katz
Nov 1
The Blood Beneath Renoir’s Vision in The Daughters of Catulle Mendès
We pose as if already on exhibit, locked in the frame. We are breathless proof—too two dimensional. We are slick with sweat sliding down...
Patrick Mathiasen
Nov 1
The BLACKOUT
Rex was my birthday dog, an Irish Setter that my parents gave me on my ninth birthday. I didn’t expect him. Didn’t know that he was...
Jim Meirose
Oct 21
In the Unusually Overcrowded Research Center Dining-Hall
And out past them out there right then the reversals began — Oof! ram-air-sutchra? Yes,...
Kelsey Peters
Oct 21
Junko Furuta
Sometimes, every once in a while in my fleeting moments of consciousness, I wish I were born a dragonfly. I know nothing of their life...
Nathan Stringer
Jul 7
The Elephant & The Whale
The Earth’s two greatest beings are kindred kings, exceptions one grazing without hooves one breathing without gills...
Zach Zajac
Jul 7
In Our Father's House
In our father's house A painting of the Virgin hangs Quiet and lopsided Above the hole where fist met wall. Zach Zajac is a writer/failed...
Dina Rothschild
Jul 7
A Tribal Chief in My Life
In 1977, at age 41, I went to India as a WHO consultant to train physicians to survey research on chronic illnesses and disabilities in...
Jessica Crowley
Jul 7
amber
Amber coat my spine, drip into strands of dark brown hair, wash my mind, excavate dark thoughts caught in cobwebs, seep into bone white...
Andrew Sorokowski
Jul 7
Writer’s Retreat
I’ve given up the coffee and the clatter, The newspapers on poles, the measured chatter, Where one receives, upon discreet request, A pen...
Taunja Thomson
Jul 7
Moonlight is sculpture—
can you see that orb sitting atop May’s spiderwort, a mobile moved by midnight slowly slowly, slowly sailing from dusk to sunrise, a...
Ada Pendill
Jul 7
Ever More Stars
I have known you Like a mountain knows the sky. Together we are touch and spine And no star has been on fire Nor has a river cried For as...
Jake Rogers
Jul 7
A Glimpse of Oblivion
Blooming star, ancient beacon of beyond, burning years upon centuries ago, shining down and arriving now, soon or sooner to be gone. Soon...
Susan Luton
Jul 7
ASTRONOMY LESSON
Because the night was cold, we could see more of the stars through the veil of refinery haze and we nestled each other in blankets you...
Mark Calogero
Jul 7
Heartbreak is a Monopoly Game
I became that jilted, purple Mediterranean Avenue,
(Cheap and unwanted).
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