Mark J. Mitchell They’re always strangers,these riders,made strangerby blurred vision. Their faces—thumbprintson my useless eye. Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. Previous to the pandemic, he worked as a tour guide in San Francisco. The temporary death of tourism has left him unemployed. Before that, he worked for […]
Clem Flowers Skeletal blooms along a line of angelic lites shaking out alone- backdrop to the deep, yellow gnawing inside, as I wonder again if poly-cotton blend uniform shirts, learning Swedish names of pullout sofas, and explaining delivery timetables to the irate, middle aged folks I know the want me dead because I paint my […]
John Grey The air makes certainthat everyone is threatened. The space between people teeters –we chew fear,rinse with the dictator’s beer. Looking behind,we see a life we got used to,that now stares sullenlylike an abandoned dogcrapping in its water bowl. The lungs count their breaths –what if there’s onlya dozen or so left? Be grateful […]
Justin Arthur Clark Alone. I’m eternally sitting next to empty indentions in couch cushions; leviathans churn in stomach acid again, thoughts of you stir them from their rest. Vomit and grease? Odd company to keep, but they’re all I have left of you & him & me together. No photos from holidays abroad, no keepsake […]