by GTimothy Gordon

“…taught to be green by the Geist / before being blue beingblue / beingblue beingblue beingblue…”

by Tim Frank

“Kids rolled flat screen TVs in trolleys through high class streets with butane fires, caved in glass, and gasping poison mist.”

by DAH

“But no one noticed that she was / coughing up / maybe blood, maybe death / maybe old lovers.”

by Eric Subpar

“When Your Car Flies Off the Road...you can't tell me...that doesn't feel like love.”

by Mark Wadley

“Best of all wrestlers / you float above your body / as it takes

its punishment / your mind a phantom limb…”

by Elizabeth Shanaz

“I told him no. Her man plopped his ugly ass in my DMs. I didn’t have / the bandwidth.”

by Isla Mayer

“…it was the work of minimal imagination to picture them overturning furniture pulling cupboards away from the walls…”

by Rhea Melina

“This spider trap was not my plan. I did not design this steep, slick bathtub nor fail to seal the doors properly.”

by K. Fern Lauth

“A brief sliver of life and light Exists between the white silences”

by Amanda Andrews

“I’m hypersomnia trying to be an oneiromancer, only I’m also a cranky insomniac unable to create soundless dreams”

by Natalie Marino

“Uncle Jimmy finally caught a lucky break when the sky turned black and he was eight and out.” 

by Chris McCreary

“they blame the game, not the tablet making the brain pan nap its mangle.”

by Bob McAfee

“Fine day for a ride. Back in the saddle again. Wearing chaps and chap stick on Rodeo Day at the hotel from Hell. Relatives will be called to ID the body.”

by Hiram Larew

“Be sure to ask the flu and its shivers If there’s anything more Or even better to expect After tonsils or broth“

by Scott C. Holstad

“she thinks of flowers. she spreads her legs and touches herself. her fingers are drills.”

by Will Cordeiro

“A barren landscape, a blinding expanse. As if I had fallen into the subterranean reaches of a dry cave that opened out into shadowy folds of badlands.”

by William Doreski

“The sermon ends with a door slamming somewhere else, sealing off a dark room forever.”

by Rus Komutoff

“VOICES IN MY HEAD THESE ALMOST INVISIBLE CLOUDS OF BREATH KILLING TIME LOST DAYS ANONYMOUS TRANSCENDANCE”

by Thomas Jackson

“call an ugly over rugburn from pulled collar red rough textile stingturn on, bent knee stint fingers in mouth”

by MK Kuol

“everything ceases to be. everything… i become the ash of my poems―only survived by subdued commas―charred in time’s kiln.”