oh mother – Mela Blust

you can’t understand this kind of hunger the unmothered sailing through crowds like ghosts fishing for the next high flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood wine can’t wear this wound down; a band-aid stuck to a scab on the heart. oh mother, the childlike god of sacrifice tell us it won’t hurt read…

Halloween Synopsis – Rachael Ikins

A poet wrote me today: your words shine with a tinge of purple iridescence. I held the door for a turquoise faerie princess, or maybe she was a queen in the foyer of Barnes and Noble. I ‘d just left the eye doctor’s. My new glasses perched on my nose, my eyes darting like twin…