By Ramprasath Rengasamy     I was in a hurry. I double-checked if I have taken the NY pizza that I bought in New York, an hour ago. While running, in my mind, over the things that I might have forgotten…

By: Alan Berger It was not a blind date. It was a deaf date. I’ve always had a problem telling people, not my pets, people, how I truly feel. There was no getting anything off my chest unless my mouth…

By: Alexander Kemp June 2014                 We landed on Earth just after sunset. My two comrades and I adjusted to our new human forms. Our life forces were now tied to these fallible bodies. This was the last opportunity to…

By: A. Elizabeth Herting Once upon a time, I used to sleep. Dull sunlight trickled into his cell. It was painful; a single yellow beam straining to be seen through a tiny, grime-encrusted window. The shadows of the bars crept…

By: Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need…

By: Selina Whiteley Helix in B-Coil After Alan Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California”Foucault, I see you, frail and gaunt, your pneumatic lungs,collapsing, as with rasped breaths you flirtwith that dark-haired paramedic.Do you not think of your Defert? We need him…

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By: Michael Summerleigh Aaron looked around at the empty apartment…sunrise through naked windows setting newly-emancipated dust motes to dancing…a table and a chair…the laboured hum of the old refrigerator now reprieved from cooling anything at all… In the freezer was…

By: Fabrice B. Poussin Leftovers The select few in assembly had taken a huge biteof a feast destined to a multitude of destitutethose in rags who erred from scrap to crumblequietly, abandoned dogs of skin and bone. Incongruous bursts of…