It was raining when I gutted the shed, crystal balls swinging from spider’s webs long vacated, crusty arachnid shells punctuating graves...

Spires & Skyscrapers are Shrouded in November fog Rolling in with Techno from traffic from down river Obscuring the Boulevard &...

He’d pushed his cart to the 6:00 a.m. bar, just down the dirty boulevard, to escape the cold, and the dark clouds building out east and...

Unboxed As if returning a forgotten memory, like an abandoned child, Back to the banks of the subconscious which violently pushed it,...

The Curse In the smoke of his words comes a sign that we can’t sleep anymore under the calm dome of the moon when auburn wildfires race...

A lot of things, you found, were a lot like murdering someone. You tried very hard for a long time to avoid murdering anyone but then you...

Mercy The only thing I remember from last night’s dream is the word mercy, spoken by a spectral figure. Was it my soul, crying out...

The Politics of Pockets Skirts and dresses should be tight arses and hips for our enjoyment nobody wants layers for exercise these tight...

I step on a scale and the numbers rise and rise and rise like my marks in primary, in secondary, in tertiary school. I wrap a measuring...

When they thought I had breast cancer, my grandmother worked a bare-handed half-acre to plant a meditation garden. Roses, mostly, antique...

1: The Pigeon and the city Sure, let’s stand on the corner. Grow, Your beak demands bread, So grow. Whoever told you, lies, An architect...

What do they mean? The staircase is here. First one foot on the step, then the other quickly slipping in behind. I'm ascending, not...

I’m not in my right mind. I can see, hear, and feel the air around me…but my thoughts have led me astray. I’m more unwell than I’d...

CW: Rape, sexual assault When I send my sexual abuse poems to Western magazines, they always end up rejected My poems are orphans in...

Everyone has those travel bags. The doors of the car opens near the river. A bow boat plays a long lone note on the chordophone water....

(South Africa, circa 1980) The laughter surrounded us Each member of the audience chronically infected as the joke plunged on towards its...

high school: a retrospective for emily open and inchoate: we soaked it up: rap lyrics, e-cigarettes, instagram, always-wars: passive...

In the Limen, You In the limen you kept me between land and a wormy sea, What’s App green, always poised on the horizon of creamy notes,...

W.C. Perry (they/them) is a writer from Chillicothe, Ohio. Their work has appeared in Meat for Tea, GRIFFEL, Taco Bell Quarterly, Night...

命運 (mìngyùn) — the chinese translation of the english word “fate” The moon melted in my arms so I took her place in the sky. And soon my...