A Fine Zenith A stone in my chest radiates the blue color of new fallen snow under the full moon. It rises from my gut through my...

The red tide poured from every side. I call my shrink and ask - 'when are you free?' A tormented body rolled in blood and brine. There...

House of Spirits There’s a rap, rap, rapping on my bedroom door. The rocking chair creaks. The ceiling fan light, overhead, winks in...

TONIGHT I CAN’T SLEEP because all the people I know are machines and their lives have been extracted put in a glass jar on a shelf miles...

Hostile Architecture We huddle closer to the space heater, close enough that the sparks will singe our blankets. “It’s a cult,” you say....

i. the name is a little thing someone else thinks of as a big thing but there you go collapsing their abomination to make it fit into...

about that blood but it does not make me think, it only repeats cleverly all the things. felt slippers. ugly but warm. so much of value...

Pearl Mussel Do not tell me to heal. I want no poems that call the wild geese home, or command me, behold the winter sunset, or, consider...

Awake Raindrops hurl to the pavement, pooling, streaming, Seeking inlets in which to rest. I lie in bed hearing the swoosh of tires as...

My dreams were served with Cabernet – seduction by commercial taste, peeling vanity off the apple’s core, taking away unwanted skin,...

Wandering Still The waves roll against an empty shore, each one strong and steady and painful, the sand grating like life across my skin....

it’s just a different sunrise in the fall the sun is bright but muted the clouds are dense and low and I am thinking about the future...

Kyle Denner is from Tucson, AZ. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Blue Collar Review, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, and Manastash.

at once, I feel it all suspending permanent arteries the weight of helplessness captured in foreign memories not unlike a dream come back...

We prefer to receive when we only encounter a pair of wide eyes an invitation on fire to smother a Gate beckoning with a glare off the...

Dead Woman Hollow is a hiking trail in Pennsylvania. In 1988, a woman named Rebecca Wight was murdered there. The morning of the 4th, I...

you can stop visiting my dreams now for Corinth, when I look into spaces to fill up a void that is more vacant than a bullet fleshed into...

when the plane landed & i walked through the airport, i felt the way i do when i enter the apartment & my parents crowd me with hugs:...

I ran into a kiwi bird while hiking up the sledge track, early morning. It had news from my dad. He says he has made friends with Chester...

Brevity Capsized pyramid, shake the details down. Distilled to facts and nothing more, briefly smudged across the page; dissect in parts...