Interior Sea
The waters receded, new monsters
arrived. A planet in repair delivered
its goods, abiding every honest
course, nothing due nothing.
Where the Desert Met the Sea
…………..I had a dream where the desert met the sea. Imagine it—a shore of fleshy dust filled with creosote and mesquite, limbs small and fragile like those of the starving. My skin began to feel as though coated with fire, and the chair of earth I sat upon crumbled Continue reading “A Prose Poem and A Poem by Laura Stringfellow”
I meditate separately. I read enclosed.
together we try to watch a panoramic video of a lunar eclipse. there’s a second where we both hold still phone aligned with the moon
on an empty side street you sit in your car & inter questions about the lost causes of poetry, as the windows are touched by bay mist Continue reading “The Private Study & Interior Architecture by Beau W. Beakhouse”
I Adonis Am
Glass Gladiaterroir
POSIlilliLiiiTT Axiomatic
Acoustic Axis Cis Turin Shrouding
NIGHT FRUIT
It ends with oranges, as
I work my way up,
inside, rise to
this closed-eye occasion.
This citrus coronation.
The cotton softly covering
the places you pry and I leak.
Continue reading “Two Poems by Adriana Stimola”
An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees
He recognizes painted eyes like green
irises mythologized over a decade and
a half ago — the speckled girl, sixteen,
he used to know — acquainted, where you stand
in her place, in your hand replica, bisque,
familiar face, unblemished cheeks, unbloomed
by his demonic lips. Lunar eclipse Continue reading “Womannotated – An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees (Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream)”
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I beseech you, Our Lady
……………of the 2 Factor. I
receive innumerable torrents
……………of bits, impulses which jam
your perpetual—
<b l i n k>
Continue reading “/**Prayer for Validation*/ by Catherine Fletcher”
……..…… fell asleep by the endtrance door secure locked had ascended
the starecase without disturbing a fly aslip of a tongue knocked
understood the treason of existence or just laughed in advance the end
was always near accidentally spilled wrath always hangry for news paper
cuts metallic artifacts a finger is pointing to the horrorzone giggles
dissolve the dark figure in the corner it persists Continue reading “abite* by Darya Kulbashna”
The Dirt on Our Shoes
Peering down rabbit holes
is a sign of fever. Unable to move,
we haul logic in our wake—
the dirt on our shoes disappearing.
Unable to move, a sign of fever
the intensity of infinity—
we haul logic in our wake
where words put down roots.
Continue reading “Three Remixed Poems by Shloka Shankar”
When the big one hits, my boats
will be poised to transport passengers
from mainland California to the massive
wedge that falls off into the Pacific Ocean.
Continue reading “San Andreas Shores Ferry Service by Todd Mercer”
i dreamed of a fast talking charmer named mike who wanted me to work for him selling cars
he’d started out in jewelry so was well experienced in pushing high ticket items
but being a savvy chinless guy figured cars would always be needed
and diamonds despite being a girl’s best friend couldn’t get you to work at least not in most situations Continue reading “Dream Diary № 1 by RC deWinter”
If you come home your nightgown hem awash with dew,
you must have been dancing with the alpha wolf,
clinging to the wool of his collar, your paw
buried in the silk of his shoulder, your ankle
heeling to his rhythms as your heart nearly bursts,
striding, finding your place in his midnight pack.
like some obscure camera looming
the kitchen table reflects my image on
a chair by the table quietly
four nice chairs to sit in, to pull out
from under the table
shuffle the space, formulate the square room and
Continue reading “At The Kitchen Table by Sigrid Bergie Feliciano”
Play
before they play,
they feel a deep-boned
………………… pre-knowing
…… of the legerdemain of fire
unbidden,
… before they play,..they
……. g listen hot in thren & s-
……………………………… way
… a sorcery,
a silent infinite orrery of warmth Continue reading “4/4 by Petero Kalulé”
where’s this splace
what’s where’s this place this space this place, you ask, having once lived in water, kicking & dreaming, then on one daybreak dropped from planet uterus, yes, the planet that you can never go back to. now all grown up, an uprooted plant from earth, acrophobic, you do not do the sulking & screaming anymore, but your cognitive dissonance is obvious from your frequent wtf is this & wtf is that. stranded in a rubber plantation one dusk you catch yourself speaking suddenly in fluent malayalam. where’s this place. lost in thar desert another noon you surprise yourself speaking in rajastani. Continue reading “Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh”
I begin with a drone.
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I begin with the reflection of my face as I sing to the framed photo of a volcano erupting.
I begin with my mother—how, this summer, as we drove through the humidity and jasmine and river-smell (not quite fish, not quite algae, not quite salt) she told me I had a twin who died in the womb.
I decide she’s a sister.
Ghost sister. I begin with a drone and narrate from the voice of the ghost sister,
…………..ghost double. Continue reading “Auto- by AM Ringwalt”
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