By: Jonathan Butcher Those faces once again crawl from between the pavements and orange brick houses and straight through the neat lawns and new builds. They slowly echo off each wall, but fail to melt into one single voice. That false…
By: Jonathan Butcher In that narrow underpass the badly fitted lights struggle and flicker. The tags and stickers which adorn them cast miniature shadows that appear against our skin like bruises, that refuse to heal until covered. We’re neither approached or…
By: James Aitchison I rambled on down the Spanish Steps one day And found the house. The voluptuous guide Made me wonder: Was she in love with the dead? Her eyes seemed to kiss the portrait of Keats, His frail face…
By: Sam Reilly When Mom grounded me for smoking dope, I snuck out and ended up at Cori’s, where I got drunk and asked her to pierce my ear. She numbed my lobe with an ice cube. Then she stuck me….
By: Sam Reilly The first item they pulled from our garbage was a used condom. Then they threw it at one another. By the time the trash men reached the last house on the last street—our house—they were routinely hammered….
By: Kathryn M. Hamilton Because the sun peeked through the window beside her at just the wrong angle, Raggmopp had to squint to see downstairs, though as she squatted at the top of the stairway listening to the noises coming from…
By: Gale Acuff Miss Hooker is my girlfriend in my dream and I’m on one knee proposing, my right because my left is bad but if it took a little more pain to pop it I would, that’s how much I…
By: Gale Acuff In the middle of her story about Jesus bringing Lazarus back to life I fell in love with Miss Hooker, she’s my Sunday School teacher and death’s hard enough to live with but to think that it will…
By: Gary Van Haas How Noble Are We… Who move our brothers & sisters to battle, Bone, blood and flesh lay ridden o’er the fields. How Noble Are We… To live in conjecture and false premise, allowing blackened politicians rule…
By: Gary Van Haas And Mars the God of War awoke from his slumber sensing the impending doom, and gazed grimly at the blood-red sunset descending over scorched earth where a chilling wind howled through bowed grass over the Tunisian…
