Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

“ Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow…

My Death Is a Great Red Pen, Correcting-Kindra M. Austin

What you want, I ain’t got; and goddamn, I have the sinking feeling that it’s happening again, as night is falling down upon me. I submerge, accordingly—   await my death. My death eradicates mistakes I’ve made, and saves. My death is a great red pen, correcting—   according to Vodka, on top of Fibromyalgia,…

Dead Dolly-Susan Shuman

Until the day I die, I’ll never forget them glassy, unblinking eyes. You know, I’d made that gris-gris—what you all call a Voodoo Doll— myself.  Mawmaw taught me how when I was a kid back in Bayou Lafourche.  She said that since we were direct descendants of Marie Laveau, it was our legacy.  My mama died giving birth to me, so Mamaw was…

Woman is a Root-Molly M. Ryan

Touch does not sit in the veins of a petal, Does not wilt when the bloom of spring Withers away. It can’t be pruned, It does not decompose with the dead and discarded To become a new whole. Woman is not a flower. A flower Is only beautiful for the season. Groomed, Clipped, arranged, until…

Thunderstorms at Night-Sarah Doughty

“Like a drum from above, it was the thunder of my heart that kept me alive and alert.” It was the thunder that kept me awake. Synapses firing, like lightning in the night, illuminating the fog of dark gray, cotton-candy clouds. Thoughts springing to life before disappearing in an instant, only to fire yet again…

Entranced-Brian Rihlmann

We lasted awhile only as the times apart became longer and you always asked about others in the interim and of course I said never look me in the eye you said and I did then we’d go to bed for a murderous fuck and afterward sleep bruised and even bloody awaken stiff with scabs…

Eurydice-Allister Nelson

Flowers rot in my hands, on the banks of Charon. My melody of asp bite is the strangest marriage bed.   A hiss, a cadence, of bones dancing to Stygian flow.   But I feel at home here, amongst asphodel and shades.   True, Orpheus played the lyre like the world would never fade away,…

The Signs-HLR

“How did you not see the signs?” when she said she couldn’t write when you began to miss her smile when she couldn’t bear the daylight when you hadn’t heard her laugh when she stopped enjoying reading when she stopped taking bubble baths “How did you not see the signs?” when you saw her wearing…

Entropy-Christine E. Ray & Kindra M. Austin

(Kindra M. Austin) Every morning, I wake up. I keep waking up. And sometimes I’m angry at my opened eyes, cos sometimes brittle fingernails scratching inside of my skull, they split and rip and bleed and blood leaks and shorts my circuits. Not enough to kill me dead, just enough to kill my will. And…

With feeling this Time – OldePunk

Carotid artery mistakes Incisive, this empty Crawl is all I can do When God was on The face of the deep, I was under him A darkness indescribable, Without form Let there be light Writhe inconsequential Need for nothing lost Feel summons to whom I belong Calling, chattering never(always) silent No words, no structure, incessant…

I Believe You. – Susan M. Conway

Originally posted on Blood Into Ink:
I Believe You. When you say there are ghosts, when you say you’ve seen them. I have too, so we aren’t much too different, you and I. When you said goodbye to a living person you’d die for is the cruelest fate. When you say it is easier to…