By: Andrew Trante Heads of Jute laid out in rows Plastic binds instilling power Soldiers no longer of humanity Deliciously denigrated in silence Power absolute in defeat The Meat grinder craves flesh Dishonoured, dispossessed Fearing sounds of a breath The…
By: Andrew Tranter The morning air crisp, pure and clean The world is on the edge of awake In the distance, an owl says goodnight And a mist blankets a quiet stream Bird song already an hour old as the…
By: Jocelyn Mosman I tell you often how much I love you maybe it’s because I don’t know how much time we have left I can’t comprehend what it feels like to die but this grief is a tsunami I…
By: Jocelyn Mosman your voice on the phone is how I define sorrow I used to wait for the sound to emanate after ring ring ring but these days you tell me not to call you tell me you…
By: Linda M Crate no man is an island they say, but i am no man; i find myself at my most comfortable when i am alone there are no illusions and people pleasing no having to deal with people…
By: Linda M Crate you said i was marie and kikyo always your past love never your last even in the present of the moments we shared together, and i don’t know why i didn’t nail the holes of your…
By: Linda M Crate you’re the devil except you don’t wear prada just tennis shoes, and an attitude more condescending than a strutting male peacock; you think the whole world should bow down and serve your lazy entitled rear— you…
By: JD DeHart From another room, I can see you seeing me. I only know what my hands looks like, and I hate the sound of my own voice recorded, reading back to me. I avoid mirrors when I can….
By: JD DeHart She speaks with the mouth of a creature who begs the stage. She wants, needs, absurdly craves to tell her story over and over and loud. She is confined by her own shackles of perception, caged by…
By: JD DeHart I raise my eyebrow at the dog and he (she?) does not know what I mean. When I hold you close and you make a sound, does that auditory phenomenon mean what I hope it does? When…