By Kimberly McAfee Welcome to my humble tavern Let me serve you a goblet of wine Of deep crimson, and a bit warm You shall remember its...

By Josef Desade What is she staring at? The wind’s fingers playing the fabric of her pants as if a harp, subtle shifts, and vibrations in...

By Elizabeth TenHouten Lotus, mud-born, white flower, bloodless, cloaked, engulfed. in confusion, Lotus arises in longing, illumination...

By Lu Godfrey The goose sleeps On the water His head hidden and his feathers out The rain snipes the pond and tears the trees’ petals out...

By Doug Stuber What counts as a life fulfilled? When it takes four hours to pull your head off the pillow, living up to ancestral...

By Danielle Rabulan On this cold day desperate For air, I open a window and The rain gushes through The gap. My hands lose their Grip and...

By Anthony Gorin A hand, wrinkled and scarred, shaking as the cold wind blows, a hole in my heart, I try to fill. Using my blood, sweat...

By George Murray I share a room with a demon that lives in my head, The nights are unsettling and consumed by dread. The thing’s he says...

By Aia Less a part of me died i’ve changed i’m not looking to go back i’ve told them that they’re not getting who i am what happened in...

By Jennifer Juan I break branches, in my sleep, with soft steps, that tried to be gentle. I am walking, wistful, in the woods, warm winds...

By Douglas Graham Wilson I am soliciting compliments from the bone china scattered around me in the moonlight— a fragile and brittle...

By Rhiannon Owens In a far off corner of my mind I see this playing out, but I'm too drunk and numb as he parks the taxi in a secluded...

By S. Vardhan You are a dandelion in a war zone. People, blind to the earth, focus on you feeling like a flower. You’re too sensitive....

By Craig Shalvey The words rested uncomfortably on my tongue Like a mouth full of marbles I knew I couldn’t swallow them down. As though...

By Diane Lowman Nightmares As the nights lengthen So too the nightmares thrown by The bright moon's shadow Anticipation Sitting and...

By April Lucìa She seems reckless, She drinks her coffee black Never flinches at the hot flick of a lighter, Or the cold touch of an...

By Enoch Black They call me in to convince her to let go, She holds her baby who has no moral glow. She looks at me with tears in her...

By Joy Clyne I am haunted by the conversation Of a sister’s bond Born before my first breath The silence that swims in tears Shock of a...

By Ella Penn A single second a fragment of doubt, when the words we are speaking carry no clout. Maybe a moment, maybe three years, all...

By Ali Stone A past of mere offal The ruins of a childhood were colossal. Dreams trailed like bloodied entrails, Shame and disgust flowed...