By: James Redfern let the seasons come. let the seasons go. let them do that which you cannot control. chemical laws and those of mass...

By: Michelle Cicillini I store my bellyaches alongside my hopes my heavy glass marbles in a silken pinky purse readied for a journey of...

By: Josh Feit I'm delighted, my young avant-garde friend, to know Sumer is icumen in. Let there be light, let there be infrastructure,...

By: Abbie Doll you can go straight to hell you’re such an ugly thing, and you reek of rot even while your little nasty heart is still...

By: Cortez My mother is on the phone, the moon is pulling her towards itself There is a place where the ancestors who once were converge...

By: Samantha Madway BETWEEN REINCARNATION AND EUPHORIC RECALL Every arrival is an echo after the first. Desperate to counter diminishing...

By: Martha Patterson James, my brother - I ask you on the phone Do you ever wake up feeling life is unexciting? Me, with my cigarettes...

By: Ronald Geigle You don’t know it yet, though you ought to, especially because you claim to—in your holy voices. But God already gave...

By: Sarah Crockford A draft pushes through the corner of my mind. I asked for silence but am drained for noise. I sat miles from you...

By: Gale Acuff dead that it won't matter to me, there's no death if you're dead already, I'm counting on it and want to live forever but...

By: Russell Willis Jars of green glass looking old and thereby antique (or merely nostalgic)? meant to hide biological remnants of live...

By: Alyssa Tanafranca I am a complete gorgeous forest Composed of clumps of trees and wildflowers and bushes and rough shrubs Together...

By: Marco Etheridge Atlas shrugs a solipsistic shoulder at the notion come unbidden from another and thus suspect, beyond pale, past seal...

By: Benjamin Rose Where is the amber light of Spring? Where is the Winter ice undone? They have passed into shadow Like pollen reft from...

By: Gordon Taylor Estrangement Effect Our world celebrates action but my legs are inert as neon numb parallelogram in front of filthy...

By: Jessica Sabo I wrote another one about you – rainwater flooding a low-lying city, how a radiator sizzles when caressed by wet hands –...

By: Marianne Lyon Praise wild passion fiery longings raging songs unsung free lurking hesitation curious compulsion ignite the...

By: Trina Gaynon Mornings like these, I open Every portal to fresh air and birdsong, The clanging of the trains too distant To reach me...

By: William Heath Rimbaud in Abyssinia Rimbaud writes all his poetry before twenty. His secret way to illuminate unknown worlds the...

By: Fasasi Abdulrosheed Oladipupo Your father's father; our lord, our colonizer; old owl with barrel and telescope. Your pope; my teacher...

By: Rebecca Thrush make my lemon water so sweet and tempered like a tiny drop of oiled essence into a murky ocean gentle white strands...

By: Syd Shaw Gloss The house shines as if new-born, delivered by the sky. Once, you fell over each word; now you nod off on the sofa,...

By: Patrick Meeds I love how a familiar word becomes strange when you repeat it over and over. Try it. Say your favorite word over and...

By: Alexandra Green Together we are in the ground pulling on each other to reach the sun soaking in the sun choked by the other choking...