By Molly Fisk
Yesterday I was so lonely I could barely walk, my friend being mobbed by her grandchildren as we made...
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- By Anders Carlson-WeeI know you’re hungry for it. More money. More news. Desperate for any laurel that parades you as happier...
- By Don Domanski*clouds creak in the skyherons creak in the sky. *the dark approaches itselffrom all sides once againthe...
- By Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside...
- By Tilsa OttaI saw a herd of toads in the gully of my reflectionStaring at each other arguing over insects It wasn...
- By Tilsa OttaVi una manada de sapos mirándose entre ellosDiscutiendo insectos en el cauce de mi reflejoNo fue rom...
- By K. IverYou’ve never seen a lilac in Mississippi. Backstage you wear lotion laced with its chemical imitation...
- By Georg TraklAt evening they bore the stranger into the death parlor; a scent of tar; the faint rustling of red sycamores...
- By Tristan Tzarasenseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions with the rumor of sand with a doll’s past tense...
- By J. V. CunninghamI am no shepherd of a child’s surmises. I have seen fear where the coiled serpent rises, Thirst where...
- By William BlakeSweet Mary, the first time she ever was there, Came into the Ball room among the Fair; The young Men...
- By Ahmad Almallahthe wound is bleeding into white the wound is threading clouds across the eye, across its view and how...
- By Victoria ChangJan.4.2022 A call is just a call. I pick it up. Jan.6.2022 I lift blankets looking for my father. Jan...
- By Shanta LeeMama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows Traces of sin trail miles across skin, ...
- By Natalie ShaperoGod come on stop cutting me out of your photos God stop dragging the mouse around my shopworn body like...
- By Rachel Tzvia BackIn the capital the women are fasting. 50 days for the 50 day war in a white tent on burning pavement...
- By Elizabeth TheriotHead tilted back, eyes to the light, I squeeze single tears of moisturizer from the glass jar: forehead...
- By T. S. EliotApeneck Sweeney spread his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw...
- By T. S. EliotWebster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under...
- By Evie ShockleyAnd now, reader, I come to a period in my unhappy life, which I would gladly forget if I could. Asia Graves looks...