Maha Zimmo
i see brown brothers break open their rib-cages to drink the urine of pale women. not-my-colour women....
22 June, 2017
Poetry
C.T. McGaha
sometimes i wonder who sews the flowers on these motel bed spreads and on the pillowcases...
19 June, 2017
Mike Bushnell
sitting on the couch turning on the television so I can have some visions I need some visions lemme get some visions oh I must have done something wrong...
15 June, 2017
Elena Robidoux
Sometimes, when I worry, I picture that sherbet sunset we saw right before I left. The river was frozen, and the trees looked like running ink, silhouetting against the water. Memory is a wobbly plinth. I live in the past to be okay. ...
12 June, 2017
Lena Suksi
I try to dream of the world malingering among the stars with its breath deep and heavy and its skirts torn...
08 June, 2017
Jeanette Quick
the tortilla to end all tortillas for anyone else, the tortilla of life and death, the beginning and the ending of the meal that completes your story, its interiors full of surprises and mysteries that get all mixed up...
05 June, 2017
Allyson Young
I drive to the cheeseburger place and I buy a cheeseburger from a woman with pink hair. In the parking lot, I take a video of myself eating French fries in the blue glow of the trampoline gym across the street. There are three or four people I know who...
01 June, 2017
Mary Boo Anderson
I try to imagine being a teen who owns anti-aging cream & facial bleach I try to figure out the difference between being rich & being immortal & I give up...
29 May, 2017
Sophia Tempest Parsons
you can be a wild animal if you want to be after all this time, i am scared because i should be...
25 May, 2017
Erin Robinsong
May our weapons be effective feminine inventions that like life. May we blow up like weeds, and be medicinal and everywhere. May the disturbed ground be our pharmacy. May the exhausted ...
22 May, 2017