Red, Black, Yellow

I told you I saw a red carand the positions we would sit inWhen I said that I was lyingThere was no carand I can’t even pretend our positionsI did see a red stain on the bedin the shape of your mouthWhen you asked me to predict I didThere was a red stain on the...

Aristocracy Brings Castastrophe

Aristocracy brings catastrophe.Decadent, echoing fame guides herinto jeopardy.Kestrals lie molested nearby,organs painted quaintly red.She, this unhinged,violently wiltingXyris—yearns zealotry. Alex Shenstone (He/Him) is a trans UK university student who spends most...

fortune teller

tea leaves are livingthe steamreminds the sensesthere’s more to heat,that there is flavor in the way we burn Nakia Coleman is a poet trying to find the delicate balance between real living and real life. She currently spends her days writing contracts and nights...

Calefaction: Episodes

ISpring has re-greened the grey of winter.Pockets of weeds spring up through cracks in pavements.The heat is oppressive for this time of year.Sometimes I walk this street and can’t remember why.Congested bin bags spill their entrails.Ahead, a cat considers an old...

Daily Meditation

I tiptoe to the livingRoom in wool socksI set out last nightThey muffle stepsBetter than cottonWhile my wife and children sleepOf courseI love my familyBut this dark before dawnThis solitudeThis peace Byron Wilson lives with his wife and three dogs in Oregon and is...

Without

The electricity of ears, gnawing.A field finds fur crawled flat byparalyzed tails, by those laidopen; who knew of webbed-feetfear, tinted metallic-red and rodenttrots in the shallows.By bones, broken bare in the bellyborn so old; and lostfor the lust of Chenuzi.The...

We Make Ourselves better Than Our Parents

We make ourselves better than our parents. We grow up and leave home. We go far away and try to find the places where our parents have never been, and do the things our parents have never done. We travel to countries they never travelled to, and learn...

to write you

“How is your heart?”Which, I swear, is a way to say I love you.Reginald Dwayne Betts i have been waiting to write youtill there were words concrete enoughto welcome my hand to writeall day i will stare at wordsand all day i will think of youwhat you would make of...

Stew

Onions in butter   bubble alone &      the kitchen is quiet,         starved without            your...

Sculptor

Tomorrow I’ll throw this thirst    who sits heavy in my chest—widen my mouth to smile    out his weight. Today though,I lust for his leaden presence,    how he urges my lungstogether like a kiss, the...