By: Katie Lewington my elbows sparkled with glitter and my nose is smudged in glue akin to baking cakes but such an orgasmic feeling, my God to be relating to the steady flow and rhythm to the heart in your soul…
By: Katie Lewington you are the eighth, seventh sixth and fifth forth, third second and first wonder of the world the deep colour of your eyes the folding up of your glasses ruffled strands of your hair the weight of…
By: Katie Lewington poetry – quit, no this is for a living an appreciated form of writing call it poetry and it will have people saying i don’t read that but in a different guise it’s a meme, a share and…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Wall to wall recliners and IV poles Unknown show on television Too far to see or hear Special chair saved with my name Others backed into cinderblock wall All the way back mine stretches Eases the…
By: James Diaz there was the time before i knew the shape that my life would take the time before i first held something sharp against my wrist that could split the skin separate my spirit from my body the time…
By: James Diaz I’d drive you to the coast but there’s ice in a bone I keep shadowed at night the floor creaks like the first chair moved awkwardly across the gymnasium floor of your first gathering of drunks I want…
By: James Diaz this thing I called my life constant driftwood every winter something essential was lost my heart beat slower I showed you once the place where my skin trailed off trauma curled signatures and the blue frost digging in…
By: Denny E. Marshall on DNA strands climbing the spiral ladder yet so far to go water from fountain after brief exploration parachutes back home his parents have some serious burns mostly college degree when Edgar Allen as child playing tag…
By: Samuel Cole Riding high on cardio endorphins, I spot Bryan with a Y standing tall at the top of the stairs, sporting the crimson-colored basketball shorts and the gray All For One t-shirt I bought for him during a…
By: Linda M Crate slain of their innocence the children stand in the blood of memories not their own crowned orphans by the hatred of men who have never met them but do not want their existence they are the…