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...

By R. J. Smith I sit at the hearth, my hands still rough from the handle. My back sings with a dull ache after bringing the axe down too...

By Andrew LaRocque When the sacred space is forgotten and life takes over our lives When the Fool sits in twilight gazing into the Abyss...

By Quinn Forskitt Hard fast, rapid relief of rather intense emotions. Gutteral The throat is crying Tight. Tight as can be. It only wants...

By Wild Baao pulling out the drawer, looking down at the blades which one to use today? staring down at my wrists choosing what design...

By Angela Fox RED was the colour of BLUSHING RED was the colour of BLOOD RED was the colour of ILLNESS RED was the colour of PAIN RED was...

By Samuel Escher Beneath the great oak lays the raven. Life no longer, body contorted, About, strewn feathers pulled during the struggle....

By Misty Morehead grief is love with nowhere to go. it’s an aching for thoughts you can no longer know. it’s the loss of future moments,...

By Stephen Dancer As human beings we all tend to strive to be better versions of ourselves, carrying the weight of the world on our...

By Maisie Barlow We simply spend our lives telling each other about our own survival Why then are we made to be rivals Sold careful...