August Contributors
Daniel Luévano and Saba Zahoor
Poetry
smokestack
by Noll Griffin
“There’s a hollow in the sofa that can still support a shadow…”
five poems
by Conor Hultman
“…no shoes or socks at the scene / dense woods near interstate 65 / he is known to authorities as woody"
momma said be nice
by Chris Kads
“When the men retire / so do the rules / instilled by their mothers.”
sunday school poems
by Gale Acuff
“After Sunday School today I warned my teacher that she's going to burn because she said Hell and damn again and she says them a lot but she told me that she says them for instructional purposes only…”
four poems
by Philip Venzke
“Labyrinths razed underground. / Contortions on the blacktop / create an ancient, lost alphabet; / speak an unspoken language.”
we stitch ourselves like bridges
by DW Baker
“We say nothing / but the rumbling of wheels on concrete…”
two poems
by rob mclennan
“Sleep, into. The objects one might soothe. Emerge, if you can. If you will. Irregular, a single centre.”
the spiritual and the profane
by Tempest Miller
“All the apprentices I keep are STEM and therefore a bunch of elbowing pricks.“
the hotel galvez
by Grady VanWright
“Join us," they murmur, / voices hollow as seashells held to dead ears, / a chorus of futures washed away.”
two poems
by Christian Garduno
“I pressed flowers for you / maybe they’ll get half of what you say / seventy-five years from now.”
violence and logic
by David Luntz
“Violence and logic whisper to each other behind our backs.”
two poems
by GTimothy Gordon
“…taught to be green by the Geist / before being blue beingblue / beingblue beingblue beingblue…”
four poems
by Tim Frank
“Kids rolled flat screen TVs in trolleys through high class streets with butane fires, caved in glass, and gasping poison mist.”
three poems
by DAH
“But no one noticed that she was / coughing up / maybe blood, maybe death / maybe old lovers.”
five poems
by Eric Subpar
“When Your Car Flies Off the Road...you can't tell me...that doesn't feel like love.”
five poems
by Mark Wadley
“Best of all wrestlers / you float above your body / as it takes
its punishment / your mind a phantom limb…”
five poems
by Elizabeth Shanaz
“I told him no. Her man plopped his ugly ass in my DMs. I didn’t have / the bandwidth.”
six visual poems
by Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)
“As a veil floats the written text”
three poems
by Isla Mayer
“…it was the work of minimal imagination to picture them overturning furniture pulling cupboards away from the walls…”
five poems
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.”