By: j.lewis yes i know that cummings also shunned upper case and elliott wrote things simply complex with endings that often stood alone and apart, severed tails staring bewildered at the body of the poems that dropped them unexpectedly on dirty…
By: j.lewis glory days gone she says she was blonde and wild and oh the things she tells of young indiscretions pleasures and places remembered so long after but the names escape her along with the little attachments that bind…
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 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: 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: 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,…
By: Kristina England no one likes a prophet. My father keeps thinking he’ll die, dreamt himself gone long ago, says forty five, fifty then sixty three, the years dancing around his father’s grave, etchings young on that stone, the grandfather I…
By: Chuck Orloski At annual Game of Low Thrones Awards, large and star power tarantulas awarded me the nick name, Little Tarantula. Without Peter Dinklage famous looks and minus five 0′ clock shadow fur, I was born a midget, short changed…