Madison Estes Mint Condition You prefer the mint-condition idea of her, so you don’t take the doll out of the box, the card out of the hard protector, the comic book out of the plastic sleeve, and you’re careful not to bend the tag, but when she comes to you, damaged and not pristine, […]
Read MoreMadison Estes The Second Knife He slept with her in what was our bed, with its faded blue sheets and worn edges, and when I saw her— the face of my best friend, her eyes as wide as they were guilty— I felt the second knife in my back, and honestly, it doesn’t slide in […]
Read MoreDavid Hanlon Your Promises layed out on the table like our finest cutlery set that shimmers & glistens but is never used. David Hanlon is a Bristol-based poet who can be followed at https://twitter.com/DavidHanlon13
Read MoreSarah Paulos With No Umbrella Yes, you’re supposed to kiss your lover in the rain, but you’re supposed to kiss in a mild shower, with good lighting, while the music swells, not in an April thunderstorm when the raindrops batter you like hailstones and make you squint into the darkness to see your lover’s face. […]
Read MoreSarah Paulos In the Winter It was winter when I inchwormed my way to the very forest floor and crawled into the earth, hoping for its warmth, waiting to see if I could outlast the frost that kills the mayfly. Sarah Paulos usually uses too many semicolons in her poems.
Read MoreDevon Balwit Rubbernecker Look, look away, the feed’s grim dance, the lesser kudu, all whorled iridescence, holding me a full breath or more, while the starving polar bear, a slink of ribs and misery, catches my eye only long enough to identify it, before, unable to soothe and so sick to see, like a rubbernecker […]
Read MoreRajani Radhakrishnan Spent That night, time and I sat on the couch, barely talking, the ginger tea growing cold in ochre mugs, ignoring the moon that walked in through the window, its dark half draped over its arm, shaking its head at the improbability of a moment that wasn’t. Rajani Radhakrishnan is from Bangalore, India […]
Read MoreMark Young prevaricated ambiance An American skate punk— who earns his living as a lens grinder—used equivocal language & refreshing scented candles to harness the sensual tweets from his CEO & turn them into a sordid tale of treachery. Mark Young’s most recent book is random salamanders, a Wanton Text Production.
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