Michael Berkowitz: “For a medical examiner in Orlando”
Michael Berkowitz For a medical examiner in Orlando Worse than the sirens, worse than the phone calls from the office that come too early, too often, at all, worse than the hangover pulsing against my...
View ArticleJon Densford: “Whether I Would or No”
Jon Densford Whether I Would or No Instead of burning it at both ends, I hacked a candle into shards and lit a dozen unknown tongues. Jon Densford Sr. of Memphis, Tn. strongly prefers to be...
View ArticleJon Densford: “Gullible ‘Bout Bach”
Jon Densford Gullible ‘Bout Bach We almost convinced him that “Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme” translates “Foolish virgin! Awaken and shake your money maker!” Jon Densford of Memphis, Tennessee...
View ArticleBen Groner III: “Consciousness”
Ben Groner III Consciousness If clear water is brain matter— and the clay jar, time— can anybody tell me the source of this wine? Ben Groner III has work published in Texas Poetry Calendar, enjoys...
View ArticleM. A. Istvan Jr.: “The world that becomes so small…”
M. A. Istvan Jr. The world that becomes so small in the myopia of hunger opens up again after some bread. M. A. ISTVAN JR., an animal dealer based out of Austin TX, has spearheaded a campaign to...
View ArticleBen Telicki: “Douglas”
Ben Telicki Douglas He ’s the kind of guy who gets angry when you call him just “Doug.” Ben Telicki has his back turned
View ArticleRichard Jones: “Hover”
Richard Jones Hover I fill the flower-shaped feeder and hang it in the garden, but each spring the hummingbirds mistake the blossoms of my ears for flowers. Richard Jones was once a surfer who rode...
View ArticleSelina Mahmood: “Tongue”
Selina Mahmood Tongue Give me truth and I’ll pour this bitter sweet soul onto your smoldering tongue. Selina Mahmood is a medical student who enjoys stepping on fallen crunchy leaves and dancing in...
View ArticleMike Harrell: “What Was Said”
Mike Harrell What Was Said Give me a call. I don’t have phone numbers, you said, and I thought it was a koan, but I called and though you weren’t there, your voice was, serious and beautiful, and...
View ArticleRay Templeton: “Cut-outs”
Ray Templeton Cut-outs With paper and scissors I formed the shape of a human being, but it wouldn’t tell me what I needed to do, and when it finally did speak, it told only of long nights without a...
View ArticleRay Templeton: “So Near”
Ray Templeton So Near In almost a blizzard I break into almost a run, skittering on the almost frozen pavement, and when I’m almost there, I see the skin of powdery white that almost coats the window...
View ArticleRay Templeton: “The Wait”
Ray Templeton The Wait He wakes in the night, the bed half-cold, and moves to shift the bare facts, coughs to unmake the space in the room, stretches to fill the house, still sharp, still broken when...
View ArticleRay Templeton: “Positively Cowslips”
Ray Templeton Positively Cowslips I read that in one of the Central Asian languages, they use the names of wild flowers to express abstract emotions, but although I walk the fields for hours I’ve never...
View ArticleJoseph K Wells: “Dawn”
Joseph K Wells Dawn The night is the dark womb of the universe from which the day is born. Joseph K Wells is a night owl who has difficulty waking up in the morning.
View Articletorrin a. greathouse: “Gender of the Day”
torrin a. greathouse Gender of the Day A paper doll—every inch of this body a scissor wound that does not bleed & the floor is covered in scraps of me, a dozen paper bodies trying to unfold into...
View Articletorrin a. greathouse: “Drinking Games”
torrin a. greathouse Drinking Games So many nights i find myself playing drinking games with empty rooms, is it really spin the bottle if the bottle is the only one you kiss?...
View Articletorrin a. greathouse: “Genealogy”
torrin a. greathouse Genealogy These days all my poems are born with brown eyes & i don’t know where they came from. torrin a. greathouse is a queer, nonbinary poet from southern...
View ArticleSteve Klepetar: “Mille Feuille”
Steve Klepetar Mille Feuille I’m looking for someone along this deserted street, near a café where once we ate the best Mille Feuille I ever tasted, but she’s been gone for hours, long after all the...
View ArticleIngrid Bruck: Untitled
Ingrid Bruck In a fight over the children, moon pushes waves out and the ocean pulls them back. Ingrid Bruck expresses the delight she discovers in nature by writing short forms.
View ArticleBrad Rose: “After Police Find Invisible Ink in Her Room, Mata Hari is...
Brad Rose After Police Find Invisible Ink in Her Room, Mata Hari is Executed by Firing Squad The prosecution said, She is so devious she wears her own body as a disguise. Brad Rose is the author of...
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