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…