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…

The Sins of My Father – Christine E. Ray

I have always been a dreamer. Waking hours filled with daydreams of a younger, more vibrant self living other, more exotic lives that take the edge off the stupor of middle-age suburbia. Sleeping hours filled with images of places I have been before that morph and change, nightmarish Wonderlands, and places I have never been…

Listening to the Dark-John Biscello

an excerpt from “No Man’s Brooklyn”   Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d set up a tent and eat candy and look up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on…

Executive Order-Christian Garduno

Beginning January 1, 2020, Executive Order #774 States that: It shall be that all female ‘rights’ to have their “tubes tied” (or other reproductive manipulations) are hereby suspended permanently. For every month a female does not become pregnant [exempt only already pregnant women], she shall surrender a monthly tax of $1,400. For every calendar year…