by Blair Shapiro This feeling creeps up on me. takes over my body, smacks me in the face, takes me to another place. My mind is filled with your image, I’m thrilled. I’m elated and disturbed. My feelings need to be curbed because what you’re feeling is unclear. The lack of reciprocity I fear. And [...]

By Nicole Kuwik How the fuck do you tell when a mango is ripe? and why do I have to do this alone? Unsure and fed up, I cut it open and decide that it tastes something like gumdrops. Is this how things were supposed to play out?! Later, I listen to songs about hot [...]

By Michelle Grinnell Years pass and leaves turn New memories made thick as blankets Heavy as the monsoon rolling in Languid as soft summer rain I still think of you Moments still trickle in Like the water tests the dam Or like the oak that resolves to stand When the hurricane defeats the rest I [...]

by Brett Staggs I can sometimes see very clearly things that don’t exist. I can sometimes see things very clearly that don’t exist. Sometimes I can very clearly see things that don’t exist. Sometimes I can see things that don’t exist very clearly.

By Nathan D. Williams How do you do-Yes all the words I speak are true Now days everyone has a crew Youngsta’s in the hood spittin what it do And even Ellen Degeneres has a boo World all twisted convoluted truth Knowledge leads to power Bonds still chasin Ruth The genome decoded and lives becoming [...]

By Khadijah Ali-Coleman i pick up and put away fallen toys and random pieces of clothes and imagine my life before. when floors were bare and so was the refrigerator and there was no rush to fill it nor prepare dinner because “who eats?” on Fridays anyway, not me & i exhale winded after constant [...]

By David McLean this flesh is no brief tragedy but a nasty disaster, inconsequently consequential on a mindless orgasm they called life, arrogant as devils and playing with their primitive idiocy that mated these rapists who made men out of cruelty or forgetfulness. the whores that bore us and the murderers that sewed their slimy [...]

by Kevin Lamb I used to write my words, in a black book I miss it, it was more existential, more Gonzo But impractical, writing, retyping, I impress myself just to be writing these arrant thoughts at all They seem to be what’s mine in this world A system that I am not a part [...]