JC Bouchard
I need to find a dead horse to switch until it dissolves into snow If not a horse then a moose or a derelict curled in its own fist...
29 July, 2016
Poetry
Francesca Kritikos
we cut ourselves open and replaced our sulphurous citydirt blood with cheap ice cream and cigarettes we smoked sitting by the river that smells like shit...
25 July, 2016
Alyssa Rorke
I feel small in your bed when I take up too much space a deep breath is accompanied by a shift in sleeping position and on my birthday I do not fit into my shirt...
18 July, 2016
Anna Mebel
I drive a big white car but let asparagus wilt in the fridge. Being alone in a new city is like being broken up ...
15 July, 2016
Bud Smith
last night I took a screwdriver and opened up the crack in the wall found a dial to an iron safe, spun it for an hour trying all y’all's birthdays ...
11 July, 2016
Chuck Young
my heart is 80% water, 20% pastel goth. my heart is a house filled only with furniture-shaped ghosts. ...
08 July, 2016
Jesse Prado
There’s still that point at the beginning of everyday where I just like, can’t ...
06 July, 2016
August Smith
I pull my shirt over a disobedient thing. There are people worse off in this world, yes I know, but in my bathroom I stand alone as the vortex of my pities....
04 July, 2016