WRITERS’S BLOCK by Bernadette Dickenson
WRITERS’S BLOCK
Words scuttle around the squaremarking the edge of my mindrunning in chaosfrom corner to cornerupstairs and downstairsnot lingering on the landing for restI struggle to put them...
ON THE BASIS OF SELFLOVE by Ann Huang
The Rights of A Girl
In summer solstice, lightning in midnightpulls you from cosmos—rain stormsthe waterscapesYou walk backward, making space aboutthe need to start becoming. To thosewhom you see...
GAME OF THREE by Lucia Coppola
THE SNAKE
Coiled up by the side of the trackswhile the train whizzes past, kicks up dead leavesthe overcast chill drizzles down fog and dreamsproject onto his reptilian stare...
THEME FOR THE ETERNAL NOW by John Sweet
why i dreamt of the west coast
a suicide maybe
bitter taste ofabandoned hope
says he hates her saysshe hates him and then...
THE SADDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN by David Lenna
The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen (Chapter I)
My left palm still hurts. Going, preparing without a backpack on my back. My left palm still hurts so much that...
REFLECTION by Jane Muschenetz
Miracles Previously Unnoticed
I longed for poetry and doom-scrolleduntil headlines separated from the screen and breathedin sighs, like teenagers,we sent each other music audio filesand slowly began to speak...
ANOTHER MORNING by John Drudge
My Streets
HobbledBy a narrowStoic universeOwing nothingTo anyoneAloneOn the cobbled stonesWith an airy desperationFirm in my pocketAnd hiddenFrom everythingWorth hiding fromFrom anythingUnseenBelow the waterlineAlong the swiftSwollen riverWith the dark...
ON BEING ALONE by Katherine Ault
Voicemail
Listening is not hearing.Like a wind that is slowly nearingthat never hits your face.What I want is for my words to meet your embrace.Not to be fixed or...
ABSENT by Aracelly Campo
The Institution
by Aracelly P. Campo
Love-the grand illusionTheatrical spectacle presented to us on an empty stageTransaction driven unions that dictate the roles we are to...
A DEER WEEPS UNDER A FULL MOON by Kate-Yeonjae Jeong
“There are people who see a beautiful flower and rush over to pick it. They want to hold it in their hands, they want to own it. They want the flower’s beauty...
