by Anthony Landicini

“Adam West almost murdered me. / But who cares? He’ll always be my favorite Batman.”

by Devon Bower

“acid soil births abundance in the folklore of my grandmother’s garden—we go berrying—drop the bluest and the biggest in the bottom of our pale—fingertips hued purple…”

by Alice Blackwell

“I felt the failed relationships, the failed marriage, my dejected life trajectory, deaths of my grandparents & near death of myself…”

by Craig Constantine

“Now the desert heart of the city beats, / With the coldblooded pulse that deep-down lurks. / Murder and ruin prowl the hillside streets. / LA, straw house inside a tinderbox.”

by Dan Russell

“We drank wine in the cellar near the abbey / Where the suicidal poet yodelled his songs / About love and death and feeling / Things others might think wrong…”

by Zev Levinson

“Talibanic and unamericanned stones into skulls    herenow so bethroned by screens younglings flected    from earthbeat conversation beaten by scoars and lykes…”

by Mykyta Ryzhykh

“i breathe in the air as if it were silence / i smile as if i'm still not dead / i stay away from you as if і don't love you…”

by Sterling Davis

“Jesus & Judas— / The first individual killed by / The first cynic. / Now all I see is girls that look / Like tortoiseshell butterflies.”

by Luz Aida Rodriguez

“Candy-coated rigor mortis / I keep the body under my bed / Strawberry shortcake, unicorn spit / It all floats inside of my head”

by Will Alberts

“Perhaps we forgot him first, / exhausted from fathers who love / keeping daughters edible / and the son conditional.”

by Nash Keune

“There’s a Rothko hung behind the front desk / On the entry floor, the unnumbered floor, / Just a hallway to the elevators. / A huge rectangle of mushed up blood red / Another thin black sideways one on top.”

by Patrick Meeds

“What good are all these scars if I can’t / show them to someone.”

by Erin Owens

“They scattered like bullets- / copper shrapnel / from an / improvised explosive. / The screams reverberated, / a war with no victory.”

by Allison Noonan

“Riding down the glass road, / cool air beating my face blue, / I think about how I’ll find my way back, someday. / Later, I’ll floss the bugs from between my teeth.” 

by Kathryn Wood

“A bolt of wheat unravels west / and I multiply the sky, / watch the train cars spill, tiny / ant by tiny ant, into the corner / pockets of a brass horizon…”

by Alex Carrigan

“The thoughts pound into you like a railroad spike. / You try to ignore the blood pooling in your eye, but / the thoughts demand you lay down for them.”

by Celeste Schueler

“My reflection in a large horse eye / and moods ripening as I turn fifteen, / crawling between barbed wire…”

by Helller Levinson

“. the way a panda refuses to embitter / . you never stopped asking / . sheathed to a tether the rendition bloomed…”

by Nicole Zwolinski

“Nobody told me the havoc, and / agony a screaming uterus / could bestow upon a / woman.”

by Glenn Ingersoll

“I am already digging. I am digging so deep / nobody will ever be able to fathom it.”