by Yucheng Tao

“…time is a shattered mirror, / reflecting her in the arms / of a golden-haired man, / meeting me with cold silence.”

by David P. Miller

“In these waste circles, I seem more like waste / than my body would be, cut to shards.”

by Zev Levinson

“Ay the mainframe fails And we flail in isolation Physical pandemical unprecedentical Ne’er knowing thing beyond these walls”

by Raul Meza

“it falls from the mouth, the white bone / drying red. number six, bright red / juice lips shape, count in the dark and / cold. aged bare white hearts sit in a / pile, teeth crunch loudly, lovely and red.”

by Jason Reid

“The little paws stuck to the glue, they die / One way or another. Some try to chew / Off limbs and then the blood flows.”

by Kathryn Lasseter

“ Hands together now. / Let’s ovulate side by side / in drowsy serendipity.”

by Salvatore Difalco

“Hounds outside hunt fox / or men who play God.”

by Philip Venzke

“I go to bed / comforted by the electric hum / of the pseudo-candle.”

by g.a.costa

“In the sacred home of every woman, every girl, the paper flesh breaks down, strip by strip, it separates itself from the walls, melts into a calm stream, then whirlpools down the drain —”

by John Jeffire

“Temptation hangs across the avenue, a toothpick dangling between his lips.”

by Grady VanWright

“The laughter fades to a whisper of feet / marching, marching / lockstep to the edge of their graves, / no applause, no encore…”

by Cody Gohl

“A violent green that shrieks in waves of yellow and chartreuse. It shouldn’t work but it does.”

by Meg Freer

“Beware magnetic particles / and unhinged brachiopods / in your breakfast cereal, / make space for the absurd…”

by GTimothy Gordon

“bluebudblueashbluesprucebluestemblueleaf…”

by Craig Kirchner

“It was last Saturday night, I ran into her / at the End Zone, we had drinks. / She drinks Crown Royal neat, no ice / says she choked once on an ice cube…”

by Dusti RW Levy

“If I am made in the image of god, then god / has been set on a pedestal, glared at, stared at, spit on…”

by Amelia Napiorkowski

“…I leave my beating heart in the grass, litter box / late response, in the name of self-care…”

by Jordan Trethewey

“Got tired of stepping barefoot / on their goddamn LEGO and wheeled toys / while fumbling toward a 1 a.m. piss.”

by Olivia Rose

“…was mouth of a manmade monster. / was television rot. / was joke without reaction. / was attachment disorder.”

by Heather Truett

“I could / steal my own Bob’s Big Boy, but the fiberglass / of desire shredding my skin is aflame.”