Burnt photographs. Burning memoirs. Scattered fragments. Scattering endings.
Stay, we’ll blaze through in smoke and coke, or break away, since there’s nothing left
Nothing left to frame in wisps of her, nothing left to distill through drops of dark Continue reading “3 Poems by Siddharth Dasgupta”
I rouse reluctantly, my home aflame,
The reek of burning stoppered by the door,
But infiltrating cracks and dreams the same,
Uneasily unconscious of our war. Continue reading “‘Smoke Signals’ by Griffin Sierra”
What is inside the cornbread that makes
it feel like sand?
I consume every granule
of cornmeal– it collects inside of me.
Kathy fashions my stomach into a zen garden.
The code is written on my body. Just beneath the skin
Nothing so simple as the repeat sequences used in DNA profiling
More complex than measuring fluctuations in cosmic radiation
An intricate lattice with no beginning or ending, and no defined point of entry. Continue reading “‘Encrypted’ by Elissa Soave”
give name to nothing. there’s
no body to it. nothing to give
or to take form. Continue reading “‘The Day’ by Clark Chatlain”
She only existed under the neon
swirl of Broadway
between 42nd and 9th – Continue reading “Hot Pocket Annie Queen of Broadway by Saira Viola”
Macro created by the artist Penny Goring from a found version of The Busman’s Prayer. Continue reading “‘The Busman’s Prayer’ macro by Penny Goring”
…what say now/ as if unsaid/ said/ what then
now/ often/ strays what will/
beyondless fathomless not/ close door/ what
foreign gift silenced/ Continue reading “‘Untitled’ – a prose-poetic by Michael Mc Aloran”
Little light sing me your lullaby
that I may lose myself in you Continue reading “3 Poems by Christian Downes”
My story is not my own
it is ours, sung from the mouth
of first nations, through generations
it somehow survived. Continue reading “3 Poems by Karissa Lang”
Everyday crucify what you know
in the naked city Continue reading “2 Poems by Rus Khomutoff”
will you let yourself pray to your own body here where worship begins in the hips Continue reading “‘My Question Is This’ by Celina Dietzel”
After eleven years she wondered suddenly at the silence. Once there were so many words to fit into the hour before sleep and now barely a syllable was uttered. The silken pull of the eiderdown over the blanket whispered: You are lost to me, lost to me. Continue reading “2 Poems by Kathryn Hummel”
Now I am a lake,
opaque in depth and silence
the ground unreachable
toes dip in my legends
and recoil at the truth of my temperature.
In tribute to Adrian Mitchell (Based on his poem ‘Tell Me Lies About Vietnam)
As a child, I was always kept safe,
Though I thought I understood pain.
So hold my hand across the road,
Tell me lies
About Libya.
Continue reading “‘Tell Me More Lies, The List Is Growing’ by Kirstin Maguire”
all words used in this poem taken from lyrics to the album Document #8 by Pg.99
my darling mistake / must I speak of you
only / as a wound? A ghost? // a whisper,
Raggedy Ann bed sheets cover
my aching body, smother
moans of malady.
I call to you.
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