By Cathy Briel I loved my dog I miss my dog I don’t miss my family. I ran from them at times....   The fall down the stairs with pills...

By Emanuele Bonanno The thought of a scapegoat slithers, coerced, Feasting raw on naked flesh and ancestral remains. Against them, it...

By Petty Dreadful A night of colour washed away            By silvery blankets of light.                      A moon dog so large...

By Alex Padina   This morning the air was fresh, but clinging to it was a scent of rotting flesh. A fermenting dead animal must have been...

By Sorlie Lennox I lift the bony head from where I left it up on the cliffs.   Looking out to sea it is blown bone dry and salted - stiff...

By Hope Savage We spent a morning trying to build a house, inside our house, that we want her to call home.   It looked perfect in the...

By Ashley Cornel How beautiful it is to live untethered, To be a drift and feel the midnight sky caress me like a lover. Oh so often I’d...

By Annie Dawid A tooth in a tube like a seed in ether sprouts on the windowsill.   There are reasons for the absence of mirrors. A...

By Emma-Jane Barlow The cold comes to remind me, I'm tender. Soft skin that melts from bone.   A branch that can splinter under skies of...

By Poppi Valen Hmelnitsky Walking - I toss my head upwards - Inhaling chestfulls of crimson rose, damp moss, adolescent thistle. Yet, I...

By Prentyce Rayanna half of my heart is stuck in elementary school, between fields of barley and lonely swing sets  l asked myself so...

By Jessie McLean We all see different versions of free, liberty climbs down to see us and quickly retreats, the us that couldn't be us...

By S.J.Wildling a full body shiver as a cold river of blood trickles down, down down, it pools at your feet planted solidly on the ground...

By Alex Smith So I tell group that sometimes the tightness feels like I’ve moved into the house across from you but the walls seem...

By Nathan Cabural Taken aback by your dull beauty As you cut cleanly through the mist Your ripples shake the starry skies At the beckon...

By Kaz-Michael The name on his tongue is like lead. Heavier. Sticky as tar and choking him with its stench, Every breath he heaves is...

By Joan Leotta Before the Vultures comes Death himself riding on the back of one of his many minions: cancer, heart failure, accidents...

By Caitlin Janczys I murdered her The girl I once was I ripped her supple flesh with my jagged nails I tore chunks of her out with my...

By Ruth Hutton When I scream out, the sound vibrates back into the past and I am eighteen again. Lost. A mother for only a few weeks....

By A.N. Szymanski In the fire’s shadow, we stand, Voices choked by an outstretched hand. Burned at the stake, but not the soul— A flame...