By: James Diaz Family Marry me to a piece of sky tar and feather my bones, Mother piece of paper my heart over the fire in your mouth brown hills rolling blue skies over the engine cooling madness of my…
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 Mark Kodama I. The Poker Game I try not to think about what happened that day at Afton Canyon. Nobody here in Hadleysville ever talks about it. But today is the anniversary of the events. I am sure it…
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: Eric Burbridge Being born and raised in this state I’ve seen the worst criminals sit in their cells awaiting execution in surroundings that half the world would envy. These individuals are the worse of the worse, the vermin who…
By: James Bates We were walking home at sunset from the neighborhood rink, skates swings from the blades of our hockey sticks. Little Eddie was eight years old, younger than me by three years and smaller by a head and…
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…
