Lenore Balliro Faith In my dark yard, garlic bulbs rest below surface— their winter beds resembling small graves, and I know they are content to sleep until March, under mounds of dried leaves, until my practiced hands push their bedding back and call them to meet the scant sun. Lenore Balliro lives in Gloucester, Massachusetts […]
Read MoreKyle Hemmings Wreckage I don’t dream anymore, only think about winter ships, your blue lips trapped in the sinkhole under the shipwreck that was us. Kyle Hemmings has been published in Right Hand Pointing and Unbroken Journal. He loves street photography and obscure 60s garage bands.
Read MoreKyle Hemmings Beautiful You’re most beautiful when you’re most angry, confusing antipasto with antipathy and we both quietly go hungry. Kyle Hemmings has been published in Right Hand Pointing and Unbroken Journal. He loves street photography and obscure 60s garage bands.
Read MoreTiffany Shaw-Diaz Not to be THAT girl, but… A dumpster literally caught on fire at my apartment complex, and all I’m like, “Why you gotta be a harbinger ‘n shit?” Tiffany Shaw-Diaz is a widely published poet and the author of Says the Rose (Yavanika Press, 2019).
Read MoreDavid Adès In the Present The past keeps surprising me by knocking at my door unbidden with its quiver full of arrows but I know it is the future that stalks me now as deadly and indifferent as all the gods. David Adès is an Australian poet whose most recent book Afloat in Light is […]
Read MoreMarc Alan Di Martino Cubism for the New Year Through the sealed window light strikes a wall of the house next door breaks down its shapes until it resembles a cubist painting, by Gris or Braque, quarries the quivering shadows of a new year like a bundle of arrows each whetted tip eyeing some future […]
Read MoreShloka Shankar insist (v.) To stay out of trouble, stare at the floor— insist it is important. An erasure from p. 217 of The Graduation by Christopher Pike. Shloka Shankar , a poet and visual artist from Bangalore, India, enjoys discovering her voice in found texts and manipulating the source when she isn’t editing Sonic […]
Read MoreIan Willey A Wonderful Life It’s drizzling here in economy, but when the curtains part I get a glimpse of powder on the backs of the seats of the upper classes, and a cabin attendant who looks like Jimmy Stewart passes out checks to hands that rise from the seats like the necks of swans […]
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