By: Dixon Hearne Steel mummies rust in scattered heaps as if tossed by pitchfork— littering the desert floor, changing shape with light and shadow and imagination. Debris. History. Art. A child’s roadside guessing game, chards and nuances of some former world…
By: Lana Bella A fresco of fireflies bled sepia, mapped the night’s ration of willows suffering the rapids, threatening from some dusk, implacable shifts. Broke like leaves, runnel of years preyed on by the sparks of dandelions, breathing antres, seeping side- wards with…
By: Lana Bella Down she will come from among the branches and roots, feathered skirts pulled from the many birds of the meridian sea. She disciplined hands, forgetting an entire winter of throat missing glass, where sorrow and gin met in…
By: Lana Bella Where earth was song and currents, I spread false indigo onto nights given glow of human skin, recalled to the pull of your hands in abeyance that was both real and omnipresent. Darkly of life I slept, pressing black to…
By: Jeremy Kim Loud clicks and taps His face a red sun I look to my screen Just chilling in a corner A cry for help His temper getting hotter I walk to him He’s surrounded by enemies I fire and…
By: Alex Lobera The lid and prop, detached, lie nearby: abandoned sword and shield of a once-proud warrior of song. The former-grand now lies on its side, exposed, its case open, frame and strings, the innards of one more dead, spilt…
By: Alex Lobera He was never born, yet I held him in my hands. Too early to be dead, much too early to be alive. I can’t remember all his features yet they are etched by Life’s stern chisel in the…
By: Tiffany Lee If a flower could feel, Then it would know only love. But the rose does not know the pain it gives to others, Its thorns wear the blood of others. With a touch of the rose, The whole…
By: Cattail Jester there were more flowers here one time once upon a once upon she was a beauty queen before the pregnancy the shattered dreams the beating now it’s a burned up place where salt is sewn but I…
By: Cattail Jester he’s a loud noise in the back pulling fur of winter over his back to keep warm she’s a quiet sound wandering in the middle of winter melting snow with her bare feet it’s that kind of thawing…