By Judy Koot I am the spindle that woke up the sleeper. I am the slipper that ruined the dance. I am the torchlight that unhid the...

By Dana Collins asks teacher how babies are made worries she’s going to pop open loses hide and seek again wipes herself up with tissue...

By Andrew Darling You contemplate the final poem somewhere in late night/ early morning. Beauty has drained   from the divine and the...

By Amelia Nayar I found another leech. Black. Red. Lard. Moving. Living. on the Hollow of my ankle. It keeps eating It...

By Katrina J. Paddock Worlds have ended at this crossroads Worlds have ended, are ending:   with knives in bellies with life in bellies...

By DeAnne LeBlanc they fly one by one tricked by their own reflection and the mirrored sky   they believe they are flying through not...

By Bob W Christian Forty years, an eternity carved into flesh, Each second a ghost haunting the corners of my mind. In the mirror, I see...

By Rebecca Eanes A dreadfully dark night, it was, the night it came to pass. A wicked chill held to the air, a storm was coming fast.  ...

By Kaitlyn Gutzke draped around your shoulders clinging to your bones? You wear it so well – what's the occasion? I felt your fingernails...

By Alan Dunnett This was after the shops had closed.  I knew at once that the empty streets would never be filled again. I thought for a...

By Fabian Wadsworth Despair lives in the belly like too much salt rusting our machinery to a stiffness until we can no longer move...

By Charles Broughton Come take a sip from I, the poisoned well. Toss the bucket into my cobblestone maw and quench the pain with my...

By HLR Four dents — subtle trenches dug into the landscape of her head. Remember when everyone was obsessed with that game, Fruit Ninja?...

By Freya Metcalfe Let’s see what the night brings. This long night, The dark sister of daylight, Seems softer this time, Slower,...

By Mike Everley Taking the Stanley Knife to the old chair it feels strange not to cut skin to feel blood ooze  from the wound. But that...

By Kirsty Mealing Flesh on the slab There's something bout the steel That makes her pale look drab The way the curls fall Undisturbed By...

By Wayne Hebb You can be free, Just let go but The past does not Want freedom. It wants you and It will not let go. You must trick it,...

By Daša Kružlicová  Hello excuse me I’d like to be destroyed Name and date of birth and the reason why, please. Never had a name...

By Isaac Thornton It was almost autumn when we touched for the first time, when outside the leaves landed like tanned leather on the...

By Sarah Singh today my love, i wish to see you so forgive me, let me look at the sky, ah yes, the clouds are staying true, they are...