The intricacies of her story became faulty as time expended itself upon her. Club Marfuous had been incriminated as a default nefarious organization. A crystal-bloomed Melody, and all her circulatory Damons crossed paths with an… Read More »BELLADONNA’S CRUCIFIXION RESIDUALS OF AIRBORNE BABES 9XXX – MEONI MIKILA’S SLEEP WALK SOLILOQUY
the cat alwayswatching us havesex. he cannotlook away: hecannot help it.we send him toa special school,says they’ll scarehim straight. henever writes home—who can blamehim? his school’sgot: a rock wall, alazy river, mongolianwok-style restaurant,an omnimax moviescreen… Read More »PATINA OF TRANSGRESSION by Z.H. Gill
I changed it, kind of, I’m mall walking but also keeping my eyes open for a poinsettia for alexi he’s sad about not djing anymore and hates his restaurant. Life is a cold swamp that… Read More »covered in sharpie and suing for peace by adam johnson
AUTISTIC PROSE OF A MEONI THIS IS MY RUBY BLOODBATHTHE SYNCHRONIZED WHIP-and-CRASHIN AMERICA’S WASTE I DRINKFUCK-YOU-DRUG TESTS ON THE SINKIN CRYSTALLINE POLLUTIONTRINED DISTILLED POTIONS, RIP-AND-I UP ANDEXALTED 72 HOUR REAPERS, 3 DAYS IN THE BINTHEY… Read More »2 Poems by Michelle McCuistion (MEONI MIKILA XOXO)
First column first box is one wife,in bed & naked, except for socks,green & not inert. She’s also neon& carbon & titanium & helium.Never travel without your ownpillow because the seven wondersof the modern or… Read More »Mnemonic Device for the Periodic Table of Elements by Bob King
low belly smack cringe and tryna get banned for life Death threats ain’t shit, catI’ll publish anythingTest me, I drink tequila with ovaltine from a yeti and threw an old woman down stairs IDGAF, do… Read More »2 Poems by adam Johnson
Antler-itch. Two zones of itches in symmetrical parts of the scalp as if mirrored like a stag’s antlers. That black and white Brothers Quay short film Stille Nacht III with the Vienna Woods and the… Read More »NEUROPSYCHIATRIC KRAKENS by Jesse Hilson
The noise of the world inside,when we run out of noise and people,inside our brains we spend timefruitless autopsies on reality,imaginary memories are vivid, precious. We are the past to be andwe’re running out of… Read More »Tinnitus by Mileva Anastasiadou
Halfway, he might see the sweet truck down the street,a misplaced sight in this liminal space; & this makes you the boy in a blue dress you had kissed in Cape Town,how his breath smelt… Read More »YOUR SELF-PORTRAIT AS JAMES EARL JONES WALKING DOWN HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD by Frank Njugi
“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”—King Lear The sponge of my lower back.Safari scabs of drowned continents. Its cloth-sticky clutch running its numbthumb over and… Read More »Burning Land by Courtenay Schembri Gray