Mark Butler Hemingway Prepares It was good to clean the weapon he would use for his last kill, when he would bag the elusive prey he had stalked all his life Mark Butler is still crazy after 68 years of searching for one true sentence.
Read MoreJeff Kennedy Incubated Dreamy Bits I woke in the morning to the rain tiptoeing on the windowsill and thought. Jeff Kennedy is a Mexican-Canadian-American living in California where he writes code by day and poetry by night. His work can be found in Right Hand Pointing, Locution Zine, and elsewhere.
Read MoreElizabeth Alford Rush As if sensing my world needed brightening, all the street lamps lit up at once — and for a moment, I forgot (with a child’s neon wonderment) there‘s no such thing as magic. Elizabeth Alford (Hayward, CA) spends long hours typing short poems on her iPhone. http://facebook.com/ElizabethAlfordPoetry
Read MoreLisa Zaran Subordinate Maybe that’s what she meant when I saw her for just that moment, handcuffed and gleeful, a thinker without a filter, propped on the curb while police roamed around her, cigarette dangling between her lips Lisa Zaran thinks life is a dream full of toothaches and heartbreaks.
Read MoreLisa Zaran Father Won’t You Be My Friend It’s not because I was your daughter you treated me in such a way as if the sweetness lay in not having to talk about anything important, our conversations weighed on sugar and soft and when you died I craved salt. Lisa Zaran thinks life is a […]
Read MoreLisa Zaran Falling Star I feel in some ways a child again, living in a moment, reliving a memory that has just now crept up, I follow the path of dreams, I deserve the world. Lisa Zaran thinks life is a dream full of toothaches and heartbreaks.
Read MoreLisa Zaran You Tell Me I Am Wrong I shift my gaze because to look you in the eyes may cause tenderness and everyone at some point in their lives dreams of winning. Lisa Zaran thinks life is a dream full of toothaches and heartbreaks.
Read MoreF. J. Bergmann We Call This Living White and angular, my mother’s plastic-upholstered furniture expressed not minimalism, but absence. F. J. Bergmann edits poetry for Mobius: The Journal of Social Change (mobiusmagazine.com), and imagines tragedies on or near exoplanets. Work appears irregularly in Analog, Asimov’s, Polu Texni, Pulp Literature, Silver Blade, and other places. A […]
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