By: Chuck Orloski (The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania Primary) I want to donate my liver to the Marketplace, take Performance Enhancing Drugs, pop a Cuban kid out of Howard J. Lamade! I want a chance to binge in Mosul, I want…
By: Nate Maye Her This poem is for her, a gift, a sacred flower that I am not able to give in any other way but a few hieroglyphics on a flashing screen, a series of characters that will hopefully mean…
By: Nate Maye From under a dark robe, I imagine a weapon, a torch I imagine a twisted claw hiding under there, ready to tear me up, like a chicken scratching the ground But it is only a document, some…
By: Linda M Crate if you’re a god how far have the heavens fallen? you bleed a little too much like a human for me to believe you, and you scream like a baby insistent upon always having his way;…
By: Linda M Crate savage little brute lying, cheating, stealing hearts away simply to satiate your lust which is never fed you’re just another succubus in a world of profane immorality; thought you’d be something more than an animal, but…
By: Richard D. Hartwell I read once – somewhere I cannot recall – that of the twenty-three human chromosomes, there are an extraordinary number of combinations. This – the unrecalled article went on – equates to ten to the seventieth power…
By: Amulya Of relapses into childhood, of placid oblivion, of all the places we pretend to inhabit, of people we pretend to understand. The unmomentous happenstances we long for, the truth nestled in our fears, startling us with its incontrovertibility; the…
By: Michael C. Keith The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep. –– W.C. Fields The closest we get to sex anymore is sharing the toilet seat, thought Brandon, who’d been spending his nights in the…
By: Sri Ram The two capsules, 6 feet long and 2 feet wide, kept next to each other, on the floor of the advanced cryostasis chamber were open already. Marks of wet footsteps on the floor ran from the tail…
By: Kristina England and I drive to Arkansas, one of my quick-check bucket list states, good enough to drive the Bayou but not to stop, West Memphis a ghost town to my own churchless eyes boarded up, crumbling, an unnatural disaster,…