By: Stephen Kingsnorth Liminal What was the moment you arrived,when you, the child, could be shown off,and they seemed proud to name you theirs?That liminal, transition point,when you know more than they, for sure,and they know that, with awe, inside,not…
By: Jon Carter fear I can hear the drums under my feet,they are waiting at the wrong gatefor me now. sleep, it is only sleepthat I want – but even in deathsleep will not come. it’s the next thing, always…
By: Ricky Garni FINAL CAPSULE I like chocolate and I like obituaries.Some people like dromedaries and machine guns.There’s a ride at Disney World called“It’s A Small World After All.” And within it,an even smaller world. The Circumference of the earth…
By: Roger G. Singer OUR NAMES a prairie start,shadows overyour eyes,jealous cloudssilently passbrushing outwinds andunansweredprayersdrifting downfrom abovewith reflectionsof paths missedand wordsof fire thatno rain couldquenchuntil the yearsof tidesfloated tothe surfaceour names ### RESTART it was the endof thingsand the beginningof…
By: Kavita Sarin Lying awake in bedAt the ripe old age of sixteenI realisedFor the very first timeThat only a brick wallSeparated meFrom the tumultuous madnessThat ensued in the room next door. It really was the very first timeI realized…
By: Don Thompson Earthquake Weather The air’s gone undergroundinto legendary deep cavernslocals believe in. And a river down therebroods in the dark—inexhaustibleaquifer of silence. Hot and dry and still.We look at each otherwithout saying what we know.** Dance Wind in…
By: Seneca Schwarz A proud voice slithers its way through her otherwise crowded orifice.“Your maze of tubes won’t hinder me from getting out and consuming her.”It said, “I’m almost finished here, but my appetite is insatiable…and you look delightful.” “On…
By: Ross Maclean-Bryant 2. And I knew I’d do that through telephones.The teletext confessionalsAnd the brashness of bones Amidst the extendable nature of shortcuts,The video games familiar,Charging across the bowling greenWith a famished pair of scissors And though these fingers…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal If it is male Taunts will be focused on his caste, If he is heretical, questions will be made in the name of religion, If it is a female Her character will be dissected, and Jokes will…
By: John P. Drudge As She Moved Time stilledWhen she walked acrossThe roomStopping his mindIn its tracksThe inverted maskOf his fearFalling to the groundAs she movedSeeing somethingReflected in her eyesPerhaps doubtA dreamRegretA deep somethingYet unspokenBehind a smileOn the surfaceOf secrets…