by Cole Henry Forster | Sep 25, 2022 | Issue #5, Poetry
I’m listening to Gerry Raffertyand I’m thinking to myself,who the fuck is Gerry Rafferty,and what the fuck is “Right Down the Line?”’Cause I can’t tell who’s sore,and there’s no rippin’ off the bandaidwith the first big scene,you gotta drag it out...
by Keagan Wheat | Sep 25, 2022 | Issue #5, Poetry
Logan unpacks needles, swabs, syringe, bandaidI settle my knee against his thighAs we sit on his Star Wars comforter.He plays Elton John, tiny speakerscompleting ritual._______Alone, I track 26 minute walkwith sagging backpackHawthorne, Montrose,Westheimer....
by Stan Galloway | Sep 23, 2022 | Issue #5, Poetry
Your names toll in my dreams. “26,” – Rachel Eliza Griffiths I do not know your names your faces.The...
by D.W. White | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
Tomorrow knocks againSo patientlyCarrying the pain of her childrenAnd asking us to let her inFor she is a solitary travelerWith only one door to try D.W. White is a graduate of the M.F.A. Creative Writing program at Otis College in Los Angeles and Stony Brook...
by Rayne Alarcio | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
The world is my mother and Mother is a witch,she says, a psychological horror protagonistwalled in, exit forbidden sans consent.Lest the teen princess be exiled. The hearth is ravenous, cavernous,cold as the word no.The screen is her ladder,her savior. Purveyor of...
by Brandon North | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
I’m climbing out of this secret.At the benefactress soiree,I tuck a ladder inside my ear to remind myselfno personality lives beyond the person.Often they die long before the bodies.I don’t explicate myself as a mere bodythe way publicly funded aphorists...
