David Anthony Martin Biophilia The A.I. of the future will never feel the joy of walking a dirt road barefoot in the dark night in that long awaited moment, in the soul of July, when our soles have at last leathered themselves just right to allow worry free walking in the warmth of the evening […]
Read MoreSarah Russell We make love like jackals at a kill, fall back empty of each other, of ourselves. Sarah Russell fumbles around with words at www.SarahRussellPoetry.com.
Read MoreAndrea McBride Mourning Once the world stopped turning the oceans became still as lakes. Andrea McBride has always been fascinated by the magic of language and tries to make the best use of it through poetry.
Read MoreDevon Balwit Credo Tell me you also find worship in the haunches of a leaping dog. Devon Balwit writes her poems between work, wine, and walking her dog—the proportions of each vary.
Read MoreBarry Marks Life. In Metric Feet. The I am that is life moves from proud trochee to adamant iamb to the last pyrrhic dance to silence. Barry Marks is facing reality one sentence at a time.
Read MoreLaura Sweeney Home Was Not a Norman Rockwell God is great, God is good, and I thanked Him for my food, my mother to my left, my father to my right, as we sat around the table by the portrait of the Lord’s Supper before grace shattered like the glass door I ran through in Sunday […]
Read MoreJason M. Vaughn The Razor glides across the dance floor of your skin, and sometimes it cuts in. Jason M. Vaughn lives and writes in Burbank, CA.
Read MoreMegan Collins The Comedian’s Tears I couldn’t help but see them as translucent bullets loaded into the chambers of her eyes, couldn’t help but think that to blink would be to pull the trigger, to prove that some wounds can make even comedians cry. Megan Collins is a writer, teacher, and editor who lives in […]
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