by Irene Koronas

“this daughter of fingal penseroso / with her gathicomus in a fierie / alphbook (1084-85) / has her byronic purse / shrovetide the shew / with athanatisness…”

Excerpt from the upcoming poetry collection Sloughing the Shroud from Anxiety Press by Julian Thumm

“…belladonna, oleander, & foxglove— / impart their death’s-head narcotic / under the sensual intellect / & play of decomposition.”

by Mike Ferguson

“i hear the ALL-ABOARD…i hear thescreech&THESCREECH…i hear the percussive chug&chug&chug&chug…i hear the hornwoo-ooh-woos…... i think it just passed by.”

by Michael Borth

“To resurrect into the jade burial suit / In breechclout and worrystone / I become the mudra of Shiva / Or the keeper of the numbers / Written on paper in for-sale cars…”

by Dario Cvencek

“explosions are / as real as / apple pie.”

by Scott C. Holstad

“01000111 01000101 01001110 01000101 01010100 01001001 01000011 00100000 01000011 01001111 01000100 01000101…”

by Elana Wolff

“The sun shone angrily that day, / white-hot the next / and next. / Then xanthous as a bruise / when it turns from purple.”

by Zev Levinson

“she sinks to her knees without / word / all this music become unsung and Sonya by Babylon so stung”

by Kati Flores

“Sun salutations against the pavement./ Worshipping noon’s glorious sun. / High like a basking lizard./ Drunk on summertime fuel.”

by Tom Cintula

“Memo to Alex Rossi: Don't leave your baked goods unattended! / Otherwise the Edible Fairy will take them away.”

by jms xuange

“The water shines./ She fills two Mason jars and carries them home / in the basket of her bicycle. Her mom lets her use / the refrigerator but the girl sleeps / on the porch for the rest of the summer.”

by Terry Trowbridge

“They promised never to forgive us / for the time we replaced / the communion wine with vinegar…”

by Gülen Çelik

“The tip of my youth and tongue. / Functional and elegant. / That’s what we are!”

by Philip Venzke

“…because no one / with a failed nose / will dismantle those cartons. / I can change the past.”

by John Jeffire

“…chest fails…surgeon cannot peel…child from her grasp”

by John Jeffire

“His girlfriend at the time dug the type. College degree in something or other, sweaters he didn’t actually wear but tied around his neck—probably couldn’t throw a spiral or explain man coverage.”

by Grady VanWright

“In the mirror, a stranger with a hollow face / mumbles about markets--copper, salt, / the weight of words-- / but he falters at the syllables.”

by Blair Hamelink

“I hear a tickling from the bastardized voice / & the windmill of my rot / blows upon my hair / it seems, I’ve gone public / priest of the milkyway, Vincent: / I’m your man…”

by Michael Borth

“It is obvious in the aura of the green light of Honduras / Intersected by the wounds of the martyr, by the mother / Praying silver on the historical hill of the true cross…”