"Decennial" by Kelsey Lister
Decennial The superstitions I practiced kept me safe. All of the pennies and grains of salt thrown. Every wishbone that broke in my favor...
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Oct 30, 20221 min read
"Carnival" by Nolcha Fox
The magic mirrors distort her mind as she follows the words in her head to the merry-go- round where horses race silently to nowhere in...
Oct 30, 20221 min read
"Accubitus (noun)" & "Vampire Express" by Candice Kelsey
Accubitus (noun) is the state of lying next to another in bed without touching / according to an 1817 medical dictionary / the word...
Oct 30, 20222 min read
"Only Pink Satin Sheets Are Ineffable" & "The Earth and Our Dark Love" by Victoria Leigh Bennett
Only Pink Satin Sheets Are Ineffable Only pink satin sheets are ineffable And not hot pink, either, And not pale petal pink, But some...
Oct 30, 20221 min read
"The Motion of Pictures" by Chinaza
Let’s talk about blurred pictures Steaming cups of coffee now mud foggy Brown and white dots brushed into one Let’s talk about the...
Oct 30, 20221 min read
"A Tale of Granada" by Becky May
She'll catch a glimpse of herself in the glass, realise she's beautiful but know too that in her shadow a ragamuffin stray slinks down...
Oct 30, 20222 min read
"Daughters of" & "And sometimes, you are home." by Rebecca Romani
Daughters of We are the daughters Of sons of fathers from another land. We are the daughters of babbas who see in us the shadows of their...
Oct 30, 20222 min read
“The Violence of Sound” “Seduction” & “ Soundtrack” by Susan Richardson
The Violence of Sound Parcels of darkness take to the sky, storm warnings that strip skin from bones, swallowing the blood of entire...
Oct 20, 20221 min read
“Beneath the Darkness” & “His Last Return” by Lawrence Moore
Beneath the Darkness She walks the tree-lined evening way, scattering spectres of the past subordinated to her command. The animals...
Oct 20, 20222 min read
"The Period from November Until January", "On Beginning to Feel It" &...by Brendan Constantine
The period from November until January poem for Maria Berry is deer season. which means. it’s time. to dress up. as buildings and hide...
Oct 20, 20222 min read
“the jayhawk plateau” by w v sutra
the deadly mixture of green and black bile swamped the poor ailing liver in dark humours doing the damage bringing fear and death it was...
Oct 20, 20223 min read
"Juncture", "Inheritance", & "Airplane" by Frances Boyle
Juncture Paper napkins over water glasses, scarf-draped lamp hey presto flourish, quick wrist-reveal: a cage of birds that start to sing...
Oct 20, 20221 min read
“My Love is Like a Little Blue Lada” & “Three Stones” by Ryan Keating
My Love Is Like A Little Blue Lada My love is like a little blue Lada packed to the ceiling with melons pressed against the windows and...
Oct 17, 20221 min read
“Isn't It Only Stone?” by Alex Vartan Gubbins
Clouds surround Aragats peaks as we ride in a shared taxi to Gyumri. She watches the grays slither rock to rock, plume like apricots,...
Oct 17, 20222 min read
“Unheard Message” by Christine Barkley
Downtown I found a handwritten sign: Have You Been Having Unusual Dreams? There was a number to call. That was all. I think I saw it...
Oct 17, 20222 min read
"I Only Want Him When He Smells Like Whiskey & Camels"...by Kait Quinn
I ONLY WANT HIM WHEN HE SMELLS LIKE WHISKEY & CAMELS When he's just steel plucked new calluses into his fingers. I want to jar every...
Oct 17, 20222 min read
"Fuckin Sunshowers", "Peanuts", & "Eatin From Grandma's Purple Hands" by Adam Van Winkle
FUCKIN SUNSHOWERS We were drinkin beers And eatin five-buck rib half-racks At the bar down the street Paddy Mack’s in Chicago Our...
Oct 17, 20221 min read
"South Florida" by Leigh Chadwick
The morning rises every morning. I dream my head bleeding. I don’t know why. When I wake up, I dress my eyes in Gucci and coat my throat...
Oct 17, 20221 min read
"Sea Legs" by Todd Matson
You wanted to be top dog. Now you’re in over your head. You feel like you’re herding cats. All those blind spots can be a bitch. The...
Oct 17, 20221 min read
"Facetime" by Áine Rose
I was preparing for talk about the weather, small town updates, I miss you too’s while following ghosts around grey-clad slabs of...
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