By Scout Clancy Batreau Let me trace your scars from the inside of your humming legs across the circuits of your skin, and rest beside...

By Dominic James Rain sweeps the roof. Insistent needle-point glissandos wash the cross-beamed rafters overhead, drip on my puppet form...

By Matt Mellor 10.05 am. The lemon walls sweat in the morning light. The world could be smiling, or it’s the heat and glow of strain....

By Kalila Bradley Do you ever wish you could fly? Not fly upwards Down wards Live     in the perpetual              falling Exist in that...

By Deirdre Devally Before I proclaim my love to the daughter, I insist on meeting the Mother. read over my list, titled; The One.   I...

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

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 Mehran Waheed Date night at the restaurant, cut too short by your father's call for help. "You're kidding," you reply, but your face...

By J.D. Scève You have shown me what devastation means, It was not in the tears stopping at my lips, Or the days spent in absence. Nor is...

By Renee Cronley I married the best parts of him— his humour, generosity, and charm glittered off his calm, glassy surface like the...

By Zenobia She got me. Again. I was resting in the black peace of fleeting dreams, but with no face of porous flesh – no soft,...

By Bob Christian I’ve met you in hospital rooms, Where the air hums with the rhythm of machines, And the fluorescent lights paint...

By Mary Mulholland once i saw a newborn lamb with no eyes/ no tongue a red gore in its chest   a raven had eaten its lungs & from a tree...

By M.M.Wake the light is a liar. it paints over the cracks, makes everything look clean, holy, unbroken. but the dark, the dark doesn't...

By Charlotte Murray In this version, I  follow him out of the bar as darkness slides from midnight blue to ocean-deep black. It’s when...

By Sarah Doyle Night dances her Dance of the Dead, darkens her eyes with bold kohl, thinks I Shadow, laughs privately. Night is...

By Vincent Kenny My echo is the shadow of my voice - not me…. merely an absconded sound from deep within – now free.   And that...