by Paris Jessie | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
Skies of blue have faded awaybecause what is lifewithout restful taste of loveso, tell me what kept you going—how many would like to know.Here comes the sky decoratedto take your voice awayback turned to the starsso, the vibrant streaks pave a way—how many would like...
by Justin A. Clark | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
Walls have been built. Barricades have been erected. Brick by brick by brick. It is the eradication of open communication. It is a ceasefire of hostilities perpetuated by personal bereavement. It is seldom convenient but, at times, can be crucial for the continuation...
by DS Maolalai | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
to leave the housearound 5pm. work done. sunsetand seabirds shining brightlyin descent upon the river,like headlights picking micafrom the surface of the tarmacadam street.to walk up north, upand onto constitution hill,the shadow of social housing.and in the park,...
by Thomas Zimmerman | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
The drink might kill me: I don’t care.I type a word, I tilt my tone of voiceto reach someone I think will need it.There’s so little concrete here:a black keyboard, my stubbled jowls,dishwasher churning tides inside itself.“Be the river and the boulderin the river.”...
by Sarthak Kamble | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
A swollen pigment ablaze like an ...
by Mark J. Mitchell | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
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...
by Clem Flowers | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
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...
by John Grey | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
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...
by Justin A. Clark | Jun 24, 2021 | Issue #1, Issues
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...
