By C.B.K. I’m you, but I’m worse. Built brick by brick, stone by stone, ground with your gristle, mortar and pestle— same rage, different...

By Samantha K. Collinson He feeds on me. His sharp keratin bites deep into my throbbing artery. He says he is helping me, but as my...

By Nafre Hellulander All things pass in the ebb and flow of self-annihilating breath. Our souls, though held fast to our bodies—breaking,...

By Emily Tuttlebury They tell me the veil is thin. It’s a curdled morning. Frost in the glass and on the marsh terns laugh. You should be...

By Rich Collins Could they be the things we see imagination or reality The endless sky the deep blue sea The garden flower the bumble bee...

By Ailish NicPhaidin Monday came and went Tuesday trundled behind Wednesday made mush of the belly Thursday came flying through the sky...

By Thekla Georgiou Each versatile woman, Who tames the skin, To bury truth deep, Within the sea's keep. There, she blends the small with...

By Andrew LaRocque Angels do not guide me Nor the light of heaven upon my path The primal fire burns within me   I do not follow the...

By Emma Keun Free me from  Ropes of reason  Let me swim  Toward your Siren song  I will dash myself  Upon your rocks  Break against your...

By Alex Padina The sky in the north has turned violet.  Solar storm to blame.  The dark expanse is now painted in neon lights,  a palette...

By Ash Luetchford There’s a mound At the end Of the garden There my maiden lies Where Death delivered Like a forbidden love letter...

By Oliver Cuenca Hollow mask of my mother, laid like crown jewels on the pillow of a hospital bed, that vessel, once so vital, now...

By Juliet Frobisher-Hought  My eyes aren’t trained like a star gazer’s,  So, I befriend stars who would see me  Die with the rising...

By Barbara Marie Minney Stare vacantly     open-mouthed     with blood-stained eyes at an empty      barren page forged cross   let go of...

By Alcuin Edwards Winter came and with her the long nights, cold and grim The lake froze over but the ice was often thin Though safer far...

By Autumn Grace Hartgrove In the dead of the night, where secrets hide, Penning tales of sorrow, where my demons bide. Each word a...

By Cliff Black In the small hours of the morning In that darkest time before the dawn He climbed up on the ladder And prepared to be...

By Haley Guthrie hunting and collecting the night he had selected was curated from sickness within. sixteen at a campsite down by the...

By Derek Ardita The heart of the city beats with the pitter patter of footsteps upon pavement…          They echo…          An...

By Anaiah Hervey I set the stage of my final dream; mushrooms peak above ground, shy as if pardoning permission leaves scrawl the sky...