Ways of Seeing
Your eyes see things upside down; it’s down to your brain to turn them the other way up. This has become known as the right way up.
My eyes see things upside down, but my brain doesn’t work like yours. Continue reading “Ways of Seeing by Elodie Barnes”
Spirit Photography
after William H.Mumler
In this photo
Abraham Lincoln lies
in superposition
over Mary Todd’s veil and Continue reading “2 Poems by Jocelyn Deane”
1.
Have we been blinded by reality?
Asked the Wise Master
The violence of a reality that sends tremors down the nerves
To spark and catch alight.
Our eyes on fire. Continue reading “The Wise Master by Chariklia Martalas”
No Longer Believe
What do I SE E? //
Why do I have V IS IO N /
if I no longer believe /
what my MI ND /
puts before me? // Continue reading “2 Poems by Phu-Linh Tran”
UNDO THEIR FLOW ON THIS
Become.
Many deals, the city and – you
and just years ago It’s through open not change, and deal with the Capitalism story
deeply and Basically, we and void, we’ve So much coiled code – redirect into motion
Support each other with insect calm. Continue reading “Undo Their Flow on This by Mat Blackwell”
Ghosts
In this desolate place I can almost hear
the sacred buzzing of bees, glimpse
an endless canopy of emerald leaves
pulsing against a clear cobalt sky. Continue reading “Ghosts by Lucy Whitehead”
the temple.
(faces).
…
cave. (dark. (ruddy-brown (‘v) rocks)). …
—a gate(‘s (door)way) – entrance. …
(open(s)).
Fire Water
All this was was the vibe of a smile,
a nod to the past,
an undeniable…anything,
“if I’m being honest…”,
please,
only be that. Continue reading “Fire Water by Kevin R. Farrell Jr”
Minister for Flowers
gone
the minister for war
gone the guns,
the minister for rain and rivers
in conference
with minister for forest and
minister for music and poetry, Continue reading “2 Poems by David Hallett”
The New World Doll Dresser
The world seems so scary but really it’s
scratching our eyes out in order to start
a new current. Electricity will replace
every color. Pupils will either expand
or explode. Replacement therapy is outdated.
It is time to get rid of everyone. Continue reading “The New World Doll Dresser by Juliet Cook & j/j hastain”
Not the Waking World
so when we
sleep the adventure of what we can never recall / take slumber as an icon-download of gentleness / Continue reading “Not The Waking World by Mike Ferguson”
II.
I see, I said, when I saw, but if I am to believe, be it in science or in faith, then what I said, I saw, I did not see. There was something else entirely, and it was there, right there, for me to see, but I only see what I saw, and what I saw was not there. Continue reading “2 Prose Poems by John Peter Apruzzese”
Untouchable
Tiptoe in a dead man’s house, cobwebs snared
upon a ripped lace-trimmed blouse, you walk into Continue reading “Untouchable by Kristin Garth”
What We Saw
For one second, the world stopped turning.
Yellow leaves burned defiantly on grey concrete and we scalded our fingers reaching Continue reading “What We Saw by Sarah Neilson”
CONTENT WARNING: Poem explores the destruction of nature, homes, life and animals during the bushfire crisis in Australia, still currently happening.
Australia Burns
The day I was Ꙩ\born/Ꙩ a terrible →sadness← descended upon the ⃝\earth/⃝.
Their ⌂homes⌂ are now piles of dust, coughing smoke and ⸙\smoldering/⸙. I can hear the ●dead● mounds whimpering softly over the ⌐agony⌐ of their ₼scorched₼ memories.
Silicone and Ꝝ\metal/Ꝝ melt at my touch and ≈\water/≈, my enemy, is as ineffective as paracetamol is for cancer.
In other lives I was a ◊cleanser◊, cleaner, ჻\creator/჻. Now I am known as ●pain●.
Continue reading “Australia Burns by Tony Messenger & Kayla Milaudi”
Vision
I do not know what IT is.
IT has no form, no colour; IT makes no sound.
But IT comes every night after dark.
I can only call it THING, and it is
My THING, as mine as is my birth… and my death.
IT expands and pulses as my heart-beat expands, in speed and intensity.
If IT engulfs me it will be all over for me,
As I know me… Continue reading “Vision by Monty Oxymoron”
BURNING HOUSE PRESS 