Camille Lewis Heartstring (Merriam Webster)noun nheart· string | \ ˈhärt-ˌstriŋ \ Definition of heartstring1: obsolete: a nerve once believed to sustain the heart2: the deepest emotions or affections —usually used in plural That movie really pulls at your heartstrings. If your heartstring isyour string heart, thenpleasedon’tpull.Pluck it with the lightest touch.A priceless harp.Play only one […]
Madeleine Tomasoa CW: violent imagery i am hunched over ugly like an animal screaming without a sound a cockroach scurried away from me and threw up onto the ground he woke up one day and crashed into earth i want to see fat peel away and i admire how the flesh tries to glue itself […]
Colin James Amid parallel running tracksin the north of England,we workers saw their endingas appurtenances in railway yards.I asked the most forthright,was this a truth then?His answer “I don’t know, Mate.”And I loved him for it. Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published: Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press […]
Makenna Dykstra ///there’s a toilet in the park bathroomthat won’t stop flushing. before the water has a chance to resolve itselfinto a mirror, centripetal force interrupts. humankind’s eternalsearch for vanity is undermined only by life’s yet stronger impositionof humility. sewer pipes ferry piss and shit to their damnation,all the meanwhile saving the bearer the dignity […]
Damien Posterino I hold a catastrophe in my hands.I make a tight cup to stop it struggling out.It builds panic for an army marching,frightened boys fake bravery,their tears parachuting to death.Missiles of burning birthday balloonscelebrate this cult of our making,rivers of blood parading royal pageantswaving their hands to servants dismissed.Crowds on the banks are having […]
Megan Nichols Your faceis the last match in the book guiding methroughthe wreckage lighting the candlesthat encircle us so that I may see how bestto reassembleour home. Megan Nichols writes copy and takes product photographs for businesses local to her. She lives in Arkansas with her son.
Daniel J. Flosi i. Sea winds foam sea hymns we disappear like the robin d i f f u s e into fall ii. Hiding in my god complex a geometry of vantage points desperately wiping the lens to find myself In other people’s faces iii. The plum fallen in ash milky-eyed child smashed […]
Megan Nichols Praying at the altar of mowed lawnsand bursting hydrangeas, worshippingthe rumble of engines turning over, alongthe narrow row of our dead end street,I drink coffee in the matriarch neighbor’s driveway,her dogs let out like dandelion seeds. My son will be late to learn his hymnsbut early to learn about wheelbarrow rustand WD-40. What […]
Daniel J. Flosi you wake themorning findits seeds inyour palm now you mustscrape the dustfrom rivers ofsinewcrowned likemaples heldfast to the sky still its seedsremain out ofreachyou scratchpockets of fatlined goldcorvid beakfinger surgingrasping onmusclemarked withsalmon scale stillthe gift is untouchedso you keep itclench yourfist around theworm tryingto keep it still Daniel J Flosi is an apparition living in a half acre coffin within the township of Rock Island, IL between the V of the Mississippi and Rock Rivers.
Megan Riggle with her wry grin—a smile that curled the lips even as the rest of her face resisted. She taught us Joan of Arc and that animals have no soul –which you outright rejectedand were sent home. That summer we held a mass burialfor a litter of kittens – ten in all –after they […]