By: Edward Lee SMOKE LOST IN THE AIR I feel the urge to start smoking, capture you in a tendril of smoke, hold you in my lungs, never exhale, poison myself for the sake of knowing you deeper, you who…
By: R.K.Singh TOMB OF UNBURIED DAYS While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth lovers shouting from the well of the house wave broken condoms rather than broken trust conflate dissent on self-erasing slates and prove worse than the old oxen…
By: S.B Goncarova I know the language of the rain, she says. The gull beats her rain-stained wings as she hovers over the line between land and sea. She looks down into the water, searching for a fixed-point, but instead…
By: Dmitry Blizniuk Black wet treescarefullystep out of the curdled space.Unsteady black tusks.A crow flies down onto a branch and sticks to it,grows into the tree,enters it as if it were a black house,becomes its part, its fidgety organ,its restless…
By: Christine Bolton END Evening touches the last light Before it covers in its darkness My heart swathed in mourning threads and face immobilized in hardness In the end they say it is black This must surely be where I…
By: Elryn Westerfield Fallible I am fallible, Fall-able; I am my musings, imitations, Mutations; I am an imposter, Postulator. I hand out my lily Lies, As plucked petals of fiction, Not to deceive To swindle or misinform – but… To…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan That at home or away, I’m always bound by rules. That, I don’t have the privilege to choose. That, I will always be judged, whether I win my battles or lose. That, to muster the courage to…
By: Ken W Simpson Apathy You can tell an America the truth but you can’t make it think. The Fake Race An elephant in every room smoke and mirrors and clowns dressed as candidates for the presidency of Wall Street….
By: Rex Chilcote Early Morning It’s early in the morning when the only sounds you hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the stray car going down the road. If you are quite, you can hear the divine. Other…
By: Alan Berger It looks like someoneBeen chewing on my noseToo much sunAnd coke I supposeWhere I left my keysWho the Hell knowns?My pants are to bigFor my prick and my assGlass half empty or half fullWhat glass are you…