by John Jeffire

“PC…political correctness…personal computer…probable cause…”

by Stephen Brown

“…firemen curl to occupy this precious space, the top of the tower, roof encroaching every corner of every room. Their bulky costumes bunch at their backs, the fabric forming the familiar hunchbacked folds of vulture wings.”

by Jason Ryberg

“the deep- / sea moan of whale song and the / harmonica hum / of the beehive, the fusion / reactor and the lone fire- / fly’s flickering candle-wick.”

by William Taylor Jr.

“We debase ourselves before imagined gods / nobody really believes in / because it’s easier than the void…”

by Eric Subpar

“The sinkhole seems easier. It's right there. It's the only proof of God to which we are allowed access.”

by Eva Alter

“…In thirty-six scorched hours               I traversed

the Styx          A wolf           a deer                and a falcon—

elected                      to serve as convoys—              steered the

catamaran                                after I swore my oath…”

by David Cazden

“A turnip is never too old / to be consumed / and is happy to be thrown / in a cellar, enjoying the damp / of its thoughts.”

by Michael Borth

“A change is coming now. A change is here. / Uranian blue in the ice of the outer solar ring.”

by Damon Hubbs

“We eat psychocandy and gaze at our shoes / long before you disappear to study British Romanticism”

by Jason Melvin

“truth is / those trees / are at war / each reaching up / as the / one beside / throws shade / the entire forest / fighting / for every fraction / of light”

by Sara Atwater

“Locks fall, feather light. Years shorn / from your shoulders, now contracted. ”

by Alexis Rhodes

“the kill-bots came for us / programmed to take out thieves /they glitched their code / while we fucked in the furniture store.”

by John Sara

“I’m on my deathbed and the doctor / whips out a skull; some cheap Halloween prop / he thrifted from Goodwill, making a garbled / whooooooo before it runs out of batteries.”

by L. Ward Abel

“The astronauts spoke of / a change once they’d seen / themselves from out of range…”

by Thomas McDade

“There are ten ships left in the Ghost Fleet but not visible from the shore.”

by Danielle McMahon

“Within moon-white houses, / The people sat like the dead, ill-lit by television light, still, undrawn against the night, / touching expressionless faces  )but never really touching them…”

by Jake Sheff

“The pace of May should be glacial, happiness / Should swell with priestly persistence only then… / Let total depravity’s two ha’pennies / Be tzedakah till the days no longer lengthen.” 

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.”