rebirth of eve Grow your own ribs this time. Your heart isn’t meant to be caged by anything but your own bones. When your being is borne...

I am particles. Mist. Smack. Ice flakes. Grit. Ash. Floating fur. Loose and moving you can put your hands  Through me Snag on hard places...

crashed into the foreign door of a person i’ve met and i don’t know at all watched your hand around a mug and counted times you kept it...

Time Time loops like scalloped embroidery; rises, billows, then rejoins its stem – like on the head of a blooming flower, each petal is...

Time is a white but yellowing thing. I’ve got an ibuprofen bottle packed with psilocybin And a mind packed to the brim with thoughts I...

I Waited For An Ice Age I was told it would come; as I closed my book amid strawberry vapours ready to leave two came at once yes to be...

Leopard print Grease My small cat daughter, Simone Leather Sugar My large cat son, Lugosi The Tom of Finland men who live in my sinew and...

eternity beacons   a motorcycle cracks the crowd finds silence   the dark lamp sears white through dark days, bright nights   whispering...

Mark Twain on growing old: Beats not. James B. Nicola is a returning contributor to RF.   The latest three of his eight full-length...

Sonnet for a Real Slag One day, she’s gonna be obese, that slag. Salt and vinegar McCoy’s for breakfast — pulls at your bedsheets like...

Found I Unmoored by  spectacles, my  features float like  boats adrift in  the vast ocean  of my face. From  land—claims  that shadow...

Shadow Boxers Here again, that strange time of day           when certain shadows of the past  meet less-than-certain shadows  of the...

I feel your fingers work my hair like a jar of butterflies. You’re laying sideways on my pillow and you worry I won’t feel you. Just your...

Tried and true fashions never seem to be in not on catwalks or clothed mannequins a juice cleanse and diet pill racket spamming your...

Reincarnation There is, in a small city in Michigan, an old man sitting in an old chair in his living room. He is pleased with his bowel...

HIGH DESERT Dusk, and the moon is three-quarters full and bright as a harpsichord note in the sky. And lightning flashes on both horizons...

supermoon aubade before the iron sky turns amaranth & the morning star peeks through the blinds i watch you sleep/follow the fall and...

The first night we met, we lay under your freshly laundered bed sheets, and you showed me your yearbook, named all the strangers for me...

We Were Twisted Ladders DNA Stores memory; I wonder what my body thinks of me. A molecular blueprint– Find me where the veins meet...

It’s the morning after—she and I cry on the couch, cuddled, sobbing silently, save for shuddered breaths and hitching sniffles. Your...