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…

You vs Me-HLR

order vs chaos / reserved vs outspoken / clownfish vs moths / passive vs aggressive / general ignorance vs ubiquitous assimilation / patience vs impatience / football vs reading / fishing vs writing / laughter vs tears / gambling vs smoking / optimism vs pessimism-cynicism-realism / enough vs too much / red vs black /…

SITTING TIGHT, WAITING FOR THE SUPERBUS DIANTHUS-Colin James

During clinical trials held in 1957 healthy thirty year old men were forcibly removed from their mothers, encouraged to live with attractive young women. Nineteen percent exhibited permanent erections, an extraordinary amount of blood pooling in their loins. Thirty six percent became fanatical house cleaners. Forty five percent died of a broken heart. The complete…

Go Ask Alice – Christine E. Ray

prescription bottles stand at attention upon the kitchen table we arm wrestle for control of my identity meaningless that I am the one who made the call acknowledging my unraveling I did not want mini-pharmacy growing unrestrained blue pill to make me tall red pill to make me small stagger under weight of laden words…

Vertical Corpse-Rob Plath

i wasn’t born on the maternity ward i tore out of the void into the morgue a few floors below & the dead applauded from a wall of drawers that one of them would have a voice in the world 2019 Rob Plath rob plath is a writer from new york.  he is most known…

A Typical Day in the House of Henry-Kindra M. Austin

Every morning, she’d find Henry in his blue plaid pajamas, sitting at the dining table with a newspaper and half a cup of too-sweet, pale coffee. Good Henry. Since his wife had taken ill, he always made sure to keep quiet while she slept in; and he no longer bothered her for his soft scrambled…

Trevor, After-Gerry Hanna

Life’s seeping Love’s departed The knife Screams madness. Time creeping Chances lost The bullet Whispers sanctuary. 2019 Gerry Hanna

Ice Frozen Miscarriage-Kindra M. Austin

Sometimes I imagine myself not plummeting, but falling slowly, spiraling uncontrolled into the black; the nonentity is dizzying and cold like outer space, unsympathetic. I’m only a miscarriage of wishes and wisdom, ice frozen, looking for a comet to start my heart—ignite some fucking passion.   My brain feels itchy, like heavy wet wool. I’m…

Cataracts-Brian Rihlmann

inside a caricaturist runs loose drawing enemies drawing friends on my walls with mad abandon if you could see his portrayals you’d say “that looks nothing like me!” you become a cherub or a gargoyle a demon or angel Madonna or whore sometimes I stare too long at his art it clouds my vision like…

The Wolf Inside-Sarah Doughty

“It was only a dream, but I still knew the soul behind your eyes wasn’t yours. Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” It was only a dream, but I still knew the soul behind your eyes wasn’t yours. Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, you watched me with a predator’s eyes. I was enthralled and…

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,…