Taps-Gerry Hanna

I put in the plug And I turn on the taps I look at the blade As again my mind snaps I sit on the edge And my hand I dip in It’ll need some more hot Before I can begin I step into the hall And I stop by their door See my son’s…

Lecherous Heart-Kasey Hill

The words slip from my bleeding tongue As razors erase the pain and torment That had settled deep within my bones As I brought to light In your painstaking presence Your depravity and wickedness Upon my fragile soul But alas, my heart is no longer made of glass It bears the coating of a diamond…

A Fish Drifted Across The Seas-Kushal Poddar

“During a gunfight,” says the fishmonger about a scar as long as this country’s map flashing whenever he dips his head or lets it upraise against the gloaming’s glory. We’ve heard that story; ask for it nonetheless. How a refugee can involve himself in a skirmish with a cop who has not shot any subject…

Reclusive-Lynn White

Reclusive He was a hermit,  a recluse living in a cave with his cats. He had a long strong thread made of cat gut and he sat all day  every day playing cat’s cradle  and all that jazz on his home made guitar. And then one day the cats decided enough was enough they were…

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…

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…