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…

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…

Just Words – Jack Neece

I am the girl ripped open Insides out I am the breakdown The tattered remnants of promises to be brave I made only last week I am blood shot eyes and acid clawing I am eggshells and razor blades I am numb and raw I am efficient and lost I am crying and I don’t…

Survival – Megha Sood

Have you noticed the slow cleaving in my backbone? the seamless transformation the branching into my thousand self like a sapling breaking out from the blind seed. I’m sprouting I am growing breaking out of this cocoon. Growing like a medusa this fecundity of myself breaking out into the thousands version of me morphing into…

yes girls-Mela Blust

in steel country, in coal country daddy drove a truck and mama prayed good girls laid on our backs; we crushed our wings we let the machete of a slick man’s voice clear cut the thicket of our wombs we let the wet slick cries of a hungry thing slowly drain the fire from our…

Apollo’s Wolves – Allister Nelson

Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch’s mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death’s gall she wrote, death’s sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler’s fingers plinked out a melody like…

the day that never comes-Gabriela M.

the sea throws fishing nets into the sky the blood of stars drops on a lonely shore acoustic ships fantasize under the reddish voice of night fingers of the truth pulsate inside the wombs of underwater weeds I comb my hair with dreams of roses and of salt you smoke cigars within the loneliness of…

coin on the soft tip of my tongue – Tianna G. Hansen

last night I danced with Death again an infinite waltz of conflicting desires She looked at me expectantly with one hand outstretched for the taking, an offering; Seduction. I wanted to allow her to wrap me in that death robe cover my eyes and drop a coin on the soft tip of my tongue. Promise…

She Wore Emptiness-Kindra M. Austin

She wore emptiness, and I condemned her mantle, as I had Jehovah-god and all the men possessed by devil’s hands. And I convicted her— Murder of the Self. She wore emptiness, and never learned one goddamned lesson. Sometimes fists make poorly teachers; maybe mine’ve made a difference. Maybe I should’ve beaten her, too. Purple was…