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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 bedThe...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...