by Tempest Miller

“He wishes to influence the long-term, sees everything as malleable, an institution, and men and women cast in nickel, lead.”

by Sasha

“Lips stained / violent / Tell me that / you hate / me”

by Maceo Nightingale

“Ate a bowl of nose eye cereal / Rubbed milk into long curly hair / Till the hot water poured down…”

by David Hay

“God was in the eyes of a goat, / watching me through my bedroom window.”

by Mattie-Bretton Hughes

“Throw my bottle at the fence, / soaking my face in a backsplash.” ‘

by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

“Your Rushmore on the crumble. / The babbling turncoats. / Bites marks through the rambling / Streptococcus.”

by John Jeffire

“What is seen in complete darkness is most clearly seen and when I see what you’re saying I hear nothing at all ”

by Steve Passey

“your kisses taste good like man’s last cigarette could only a fool would waste it I just want to taste it one more time…”

by Eva Alter

“…tunnel-visioned       wisps     of reality

hold me steady             I see little and feel

 everything…”

by Candice M. Kelsey

“first burst of color, strange life each morning, / first song of light home each evening, / what awaits me on the other side / of a metal screen door double locked”

by R. Gerry Fabian 

“…survival / sometimes / depends / on who / knows the / depth of hunger.”

by Stephen Bett

“(When they cut off your service, they mean it,” hon)”

by Strider Marcus Jones

“…those leaves on the pavement / rejected with resentment / turning brown / no history written down.”

by Matthew DeLuca

“I heard his voice as they closed the books on him: How interesting, he said. How interesting.”

by Joshua Martin

“between LaRkS: visions / repellent ontological / marching = [hoofs] / [ducks / silk TuNNeLs], / ; ; ; ; ; | ‘what soft embers strain like passenger / sublimity’ | ; ; ; ; ; = = = = = > combing JellY”

by Ron Whitehead

“The bone man dances circles / round the subterranean gloom”

by Simon Collinson

“Who ittee naarvy bas lippings of jellied wellypelly and neepled litilats…”

by Jordan Trethewey

“Sometime after her hard military man died, / the old widow next door began to lure / neighbourhood pets to her unused red barn.”

by Keith Hoerner

“No lift / Force / No air - / Foil.”

by David L O’Nan

“I have tonight, the stars wounded in saltwater tongues / Can’t hear the whispering with the static of waves in constant battle.”