By: Jacob Klein Gray fog coils around you. Heavy, weightless wisps churn the air you breath viscous. Shapes fade in and out of the...

By: Clif Mason When I was seven, I ran down the street with a live fish in my hand. I put it in a barrel of rainwater, where it lived all...

By: David van den Berg lovecraft was a city boy green eyed dreams of broken things / black crow croak / i heard rats in the walls by the...

By: Brittany Rowell disposable this letter is a few lines daily: it seems this swallowed single mind is searching ​ if only I could...

By: Paul Iasevoli boy koi My scales are coarse, my fins bristly, my touch indelicate, but you love me for all that. You wrap me in your...

By: Susan Kay Anderson Morris Graves’ Summer Flowers For Denise, 1978 The letter is grey velvet.  There are seven words inside.  A blue...

By: Marilena Zackheos The Railway Master had first taken our brother in from the craftsmen streets where he begged to learn a trade, my...

By: Alec Montalvo My mother never told me about the stars I guess they didn’t matter instead she handed me a spoon and told me to dig I...

By: Caitlin Jackson Outside a village in the woods there is a pool where the women go to swim. They can talk here since, deep in the...

By: Christian Czaniecki Dead Birds of New Zealand Take a moment to consider the rose bush as a colonial construct   Adolescence as a...

By: Christopher Watkins Creamery Train cars with large windows On small tracks Told industrial stories Of what the factories Did and...

By: Mallory Rodenberg Fall Again Finally, October with its alchemy that turns gold to death. When I walk at night to see the undressed...

By: John Chrostek Come, cherubim, to the proclamation            of the angels,            written in signal & current where once we...

By: Jonce Marshall Palmer for Freddie I like to let the ash collect my sunset cherries           far too much steel against these clouds...

By: Josh Anthony pseudo-horror poem in the morning in the morning glaze a batch of donuts wait and only when she sees them does the...

By: Anika Jhalani Good. Now this is where the grief begins. Retail is where the money is. Is your mala made of jade? Let’s do a group OM....

By: Zoe Halse Alexandra Kollontai ‘But is she really in love with the revolution, or just the revolutionary?’ ‘I’m inclined to reorder...

By: Lindsey Grant It is where I move along to the gallery of same-sex sandwiches Corridors of condiments and condemnation that entreat me...

By: E. Alexandra a house, you  didn’t trust, would not step  foot in, could not breathe in,   a sunken ship, caverns, you only just...

By: Tomasz W. Wiszniewski Today Is the intoxication of shame, deep forest impaling my sternum, my pus’s hydraulics practising owl-eyed...

By: Brandon Thomas DiSabatino “long way down w/ the ophelia brass band.” she is selling furniture while the house is on fire behind her...

By: Alicia Sometimes curved space  curved time                expanse that hugs                 around mass a framework a lattice the...

By: Zixiang Zhang 181110 an intruder takes me out of my slumber, leaves being wrinkled, aspens arrest the person of my interior, after...

By: Keith Johnson to the dispossessed, angelina  would you raise your white russian with hands whittled by decades  fitting shift dresses...