And it’s been so difficult to sleep,she said. I’ve realized these past few nightsthat the birds start chirpingat two in the morning.And what a horrible sound,it makes me want to cry. God. And exactly when’d… Read More »Indus Girl by S.Taufeequddin Azher
TELEVISION EKPHRASIShttps://i.imgur.com/Frgw7IB.png looks like the girl’s club petered outall clubs for girls should be more swingable than bashfulall girls club sign saying “no theys allowed”i saw the TV gloweringblue is a forcefield, probablypink somewhere near… Read More »Poetry by Rudy Johnson
Shuttering the canonof imagery to encounterghosts that are not quite.I am shut off from lineageso it’s novel when I sayIt was a dark and stormy nightor write about daffodils.I don’t know the Romanticsor what postmodern… Read More »Scheherazade by Sukruti Khungar
Dear Lyra, #7 You are not real. You are as human as a plain white wall and I am the projector. You are a fictional shape-shifting multi-faced alien that embodies the best and worst features… Read More »Prose by Rudy Civello
Did I ever not live in this circular chasm hollowed in the heart of the rock? No doubt a crow at three o’clock will bring me the bread I require, unless the perpetual din of… Read More »The Contemplative by Paul Claudel, translated from French by Stephan Crown-Weber
Her long blonde hair was like the strings that taut themselves to luscious climax in the waves of Lake Hylia that beat the meth lab owner’s ears with deceptive arithmetic; as she fondled her rupee… Read More »A Triforce Climax by Ryan Bry
1 2 3 4 hits of a fuckin kick drum, 2 in each nostril, I don’t even know what the fuck I’m snortin, it’s a shite version of whatever was advertised bashed with rapid grams… Read More »Gear wank by Rudy Civello
MY FRIENDS CLAIM THAT’S HONESTY, PRIVY AVAILABLE: THE LOVE LANGUAGE PRACTICED THROUGH CUPS OF WARM TAP WATER, AND KNOWING I’M A HOT SLEEPER. WHICH MAYBE IS, IT’S OWN LEVEL [OF WHAT I WOULD CONSIDER], PRECIOUS… Read More »TOUCHED LESS IN THE PRESENCE OF HER by Lizzie Scheader
If only yesterday humped tomorrow I’d stay here in a thunder cloud spinning in you where your days blow through nights and nights go so dark the forests forget they’re on fire all of each… Read More »Untitled by Black Asphalt
The first time it happened, it was on a rusted fence gate,unspooled chain-link goring through my leg, galvanizingmy white meat, so deep my body forgot to bleed untilI pulled the wire from me, leaving a… Read More »The Megaphor by Raniya Chowdhury