They’re tossed to us where we float in the pool. My arms and legs are sore, but I am happy. They taste of brightness of radiation and glee. I like the blue ones the most, the way they stick to my teeth. Their flavor mixes with the chlorine and I get water in my eyes.Continue reading “Jolly Ranchers – Hazel Beuker”
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She is Unfulfilled – B.M. Hronich
The harp’s notes fluttering along the horizon Each kiss, each whisper, floating on the gentle breeze Auroras stretching past the symphony of stars A majestic muse unraveling with ease The marigolds, the lilies, the daisies dancing The beautiful reverie in which they seize Whispers of the life unseen Ideas and fantasies unraveling Fingertips skimming pastContinue reading “She is Unfulfilled – B.M. Hronich”
The Abbeys – Logan Edwards
I followed the vibrations to the chapel expecting to be scorned by pews of real people, the ones to whom god answers in a delicate dream. Hit by the emptiness and a need to laugh, listening to the organ sound in my body, a chord hit below my sternum and released a cold breath. IContinue reading “The Abbeys – Logan Edwards”
Pelagic – Danielle Slater
Do the benthic creatures ever look up? Would they mistake my buoyancy for flight? I float amongst a constellation of bioluminescence Perpetually bathed in hues of blue light To the bottom of the ocean, I am a bird To the birds, I am a negligible ant in the dirt. But I’m not foolish enough toContinue reading “Pelagic – Danielle Slater”
Scenes from a Goblin-town – Asher Frost
1. A trickster down Yeshien Way says I don’t know half’s what I say. Told him he lied He koinsidently died, from a rock to his noggin anyway… 2. Too many cooks in the kitchin too many wysards in the pot If they don’t stop they’re sisslin they’s be a meel cooked too hot 3.Continue reading “Scenes from a Goblin-town – Asher Frost”
Untitled Poem for Lambs – Olivia Macneil
Down River Road, the devil’s disciples testify his word over the FM as I pass an angel split open from tummy to neck; the poor man’s trophy. I once had a (southern) friend say this is the South of the North and she’s right; it makes itself known in stickers, flags, and how proper knowsContinue reading “Untitled Poem for Lambs – Olivia Macneil”
I Hate Spotify – Hannah Kim
Spotify has a feature where you can see the current listening activity of the people you are mutually following. Sometimes I send screenshots to my friends when I catch them listening to songs I also like, or if I catch them listening to Pitbull on a Tuesday at 3am for some reason. There are peopleContinue reading “I Hate Spotify – Hannah Kim”
Running – Viach
I’ve started going on a run every night. Good training for my line of work. More importantly, it helps with the shakes, you know? The shakes. They start from the base of the spine (a tingle at first, a warning) and crawl their way to my scalp to my arms to my hands till youContinue reading “Running – Viach”
Hesitation – Sabrina Burns
Natural turn. Change step. Reverse turn. Keep forty-five degrees diagonal down the line of dance. Spin turn. Don’t get dizzy and step on Andrew’s $170 black leather shoes. Every misplaced step would only earn you another tight-lipped grimace and sigh. His hand would constrict around yours, a warning for you not to fuck up again.Continue reading “Hesitation – Sabrina Burns”
Already There – Kevin Sandefur
Darren had breakfast every morning with his mother. She never ate much, even when she was still alive. Now she didn’t touch her omelet at all. Darren had noticed a long time ago that it always seemed to be the same omelet, and he wondered sometimes what was in it. Denver omelets had been herContinue reading “Already There – Kevin Sandefur”
Elephant Rock – Harper Lower
I walk a dog now. I forgot his name on the first day and have been afraid to ask again. I’ve been calling him The Dog. Like a canine Lebowski ego. He’s a big boned dog, and scruffy like that. Naming him myself made me feel less bad about rolling out of bed first thingContinue reading “Elephant Rock – Harper Lower”
Nostalgia by Soren Ashman
Survival of the Smallest by Ella J. Rossman
On my hike I pause for water by the remains of a tree. I observe from my sitting place deer bounding past And squirrels skittering through layers of leaves. I hear a mechanical roar down the mountain, Which I try to ignore. A far away crack, then a crash— Another ancient life lost. My handsContinue reading “Survival of the Smallest by Ella J. Rossman”
Athazagoraphobia by Julia Stetts
The earthworm flattens, and the neon Soles of a boy’s Sketchers light up: The only ceremony for the thing’s death. What’s left: a steam-rolled flesh tube, Streamers of guts trailing from behind: Cherry-red, piss-yellow, and livery-purple. Mid-July heat reduces the corpse To a mummified crisp cemented Onto grey concrete, hot as a griddle. A murderContinue reading “Athazagoraphobia by Julia Stetts”
Hail by Julia Stetts
Exhuming the Grave of King Richard III Oh, poor hunchbacked bastard! Beneath a parking lot, your remains Were excavated: the grave of a dastard Crouched in purgatorial chains Of sewage pipes and rooty veins. An arrowhead at the base of your skull Spelt a merciful death in battle— But oh! A sword in your ass?Continue reading “Hail by Julia Stetts”
The Tributary 