By Harjeet Mander Rinsing off in the hospital shower. The water turns pink as it hits the white porcelain tray. But then red rain. A red...

By Fig Hi, it’s been a long time since you’ve been on my mind and I have no idea how to unwind you from it. My brain, a tangled knot and...

By John Drennan Did ‘You’ calm me once, with smiling passion? As we dove into the dark, of loves, long adventure, Taking life’s spool to...

By Zoe Torsney smashed it all he has windows and doors put his boot through when his hand went dead rolling a cigarette between bleeding...

By Ted Lawrence The adored texts, And the heart is filled, Of which? I cannot tell, As cold eyes well, A mind for sleep, Turns to an old...

By Gavin Elden Punches come in thick and fast Physical blows dampened down in fabric The softened bag absorbing it all in thuds...

By Chloe Spector The lake wraps its hands about my ankles, beckoning me down to the reeds and crawfish and muck, to lay in my grief in an...

By Megan Benham I want your hopes, your dreams and your nightmares. I want your inside jokes, I want your deepest fears And I want your...

By P D Proctor On my way to Hartley, I was accosted by a hiker named Bartley As he took his place by my side we continued ahead with our...

By Alice Chalk I am trying to outgrow The familiar pain Of loving you By rolling around In all the cliches I can find Like freshly...

By OBSCURIA Her name is old, a living thing, a thing with teeth and breath With blood as cold and lethal as an ancient curse of death She...

By S. A. Arleyn I am closing my eyes on the subway, and I can no longer detect if I am moving forward or backwards. The rushing blankness...

By Nicole Rinquest A delicate product of wax and oil Blinking eyes made them flicker A cluster of moulded men with Wick-ended bodies,...

By Tom Wand He bathed in the quiet; Scraped the noise from his skin, Showered in silence. Ate beans from the tin. But his four walls were...

By Sofia Lopes A spine traced by dusty fingertips It is night; In dormant abandon, you rest Lids shut, yet Gleams are switched alight A...

By Michael Day Your my constant reminder and my persistent fear but it’s not your fault, it never was You rest in my mind, buried deeper...

By Romy Morreo Starts as it always does, cold kisses and spit on my neck, a suffocating weight pressing me down while hands grab and make...

By John Metcalfe He stared beyond his feet. Saw nothing of the green sea swell. Or the white spray, like pearls of cuckoo spit. Just the...

By Ghazal Guide my hand in a Written eulogy contented Of poetry. In love, we both lack literacy, We’re flowery on Soberity’s tomb,...

By Megan Patiry My first death was my first poem A eulogy, no less “Grandma was the lighthouse of our lives,” I’d said But the podium...