"Confession" by Dave Duggins
Start the tape. and Richard says: Okay, dena. Are you ready to talk? Do you want to answer some questions? dena says: Umm. Stares...
top of page
- Jul 23
- 1 min
"The Dry Spell" & "Halo- rainbow around my sins (To Robert Frede Kenter)" by Kushal Poddar
The Dry Spell It hasn't been raining since it had. I sound vague? You haven't stared at the spearhead of a midday road. You haven't tried...
- Jul 23
- 2 min
"I’ve only ever lived in suburbs" by Holly Pelesky
With striped lawns and fences and barking dogs and lost cat posters on lampposts. I’ve spent weekends pulling weeds and evenings walking,...
- Jul 23
- 1 min
"How Close His Mouth" by Emily White
Twenty-two minutes of music. I put the phone to one side and open the laptop. I'm in bed, a place for handling numbers. Patience slips...
- Jul 23
- 1 min
"Dear Sarah" & "Years of Plenty" by Andrew Senior
Dear Sarah Imagine a world where you would have been safe, where these lines do not exist. Standing on my Poynders Road, with a lump in...
- Jul 23
- 1 min
"drives without a destination" by Ilana Drake
you & i would sing taylor swift songs in your jeep as we cruised along the tennessee highways, you would sing the lyrics with the...
- Jul 23
- 1 min
"asterism" by Savhanha Small Nguyen
We were waiting for a star to fall - constellations predicting futures, a future possibly one shared together perhaps another lived alone...
- Jul 23
- 1 min
"Shepherd Girl" by Tiffany Troy
In a perfect world, I can hand in my resignation letter and call it quits. In this world, I squeeze my breasts for milk before collapsing...
- Jul 23
- 1 min
"Ponderosa" by Madeleine French
CW: Suicide I don’t mean the ranch, with Little Joe and Hoss, and their calico-caricature women —pointy breasts, big hair— No, this was a...
- Jul 9
- 1 min
Tan-Renga by Christina Chin and Uchechukwu Onyedikam
a crumbled yellowed note maybe love — a written sentence faraway stare no epitaph on a tiny tombstone death note — stepping on...
- Jul 9
- 1 min
"cicadas" & "babe in the woods" by J. R. Wilkerson
cicadas seventeen years ago beneath the bridge i drift along our names still scrawled below still the cicadas sing their song babe in the...
- Jul 9
- 2 min
"After all" & "Doing Wall Sits Today" by Boona Daroom
After all After four months of trial after the episode after listening devices are planted after working their way up to the Earth's...
- Jul 9
- 1 min
"I saw a picture of a house falling in on itself" by Beth Mulcahy
when anger elbowed in followed by fear through the door I failed to secure and the shame of another thing I’ve left undone So sleep was...
- Jul 9
- 2 min
"her face soft as fingers creeping on wood" & "celestial syncopation" by Livio Farallo
her face soft as fingers creeping on wood there is the look of something you never know in the clean flow of saliva where telemarketers...
- Jul 9
- 1 min
"A Song of Berea, Kentucky" by David Harrison Horton
The washing machine made noises as it spun its cycles. This added life to the quiet house. Any guitarist with a soft shell case does not...
- Jul 9
- 2 min
"The Distortions Of Great Writers Made Labyrinths For Us" by Ignatius Valentine Aloysius
“...like when you ask a dream to give you more light...” ~David Allen Sullivan Borges put us in time's labyrinths, spoke to us about the...
- Jun 25
- 1 min
"All in the name of research" by Emma Burnett
I told her not to run, that it wouldn’t hurt. It’s just a tooth and, also, it’s for science. I told her we’d put it under the pillow,...
- Jun 25
- 2 min
"River Ripe" & "Iconography: Fashion in the Millenial Imagination" by Jessica Willingham
RIVER RIPE For Linda Hogan, for Ai I swim in a river ripe, a ringlet wheel though It is a bad place after hours. Wild, unpredictable,...
- Jun 25
- 3 min
"Sugar" by Denzel Joyson A J.
CW: Sexual relationship between adult and minor I. Two nights ago, I dreamt of hot cocoa. The kind that’s a little too sweet because it’s...
- Jun 25
- 1 min
"Bombscare" by Gareth Greer
CW Violence Heavy boots on the stairs and a stranger’s voice, then hearing my Mummy say ‘Harry, wake the boys’. Blinking from our sleep...
bottom of page