Markov sifts through his papers at the lectern, scattering the pages. Young scholars trickle into the theatre, to a man sweating within their heavy trench coats, leaking through their white collared shirts. The students all… Read More »The Sixth by Oli Court
in fallen state i can’t walk through myself nor accept acceptance i am i am seen i am darkest at four corner a sheet of vantablack i am not seen i am fallen state of… Read More »Vantablack by Olalekan Kristopher
Making my way throughthe territory in increments.Familiar landmarks, out ofsequence. Left-wing numer-ology purloined by the moralmajority, their daughtersdancing a strange bump &grind as the concertmastertries to keep time & them inline. Their sons weep overlost… Read More »Notebook Page by Mark Young
Cross(ed) b/t // collated super 8 films // a cinema of evocative nonchalance // the warmed over spaces vibrating guard rails // sullen the way time licks indecipherably tho remnants also depress areas unhindered //… Read More »Striking While the Iron is Tone Deaf by Joshua Martin
it’s aprilspoonful of sugarhelped it go downit’s mayseasonal allergies on my dickstill sniffling over shitthought I was celibateroughest month since her evil twinain’t that a seasoned bitchit’s Juneit’s augustthe fifth, the sixthtaking it like somewoman’s… Read More »Poem by Felicity
I escape to my apartmentAway from the sunSo that the room’s darknessCan return to its obdurate loopI need this silenceCemeteryTo think, whatever it is I needTo thinkIt’s dark blue in hereShades of a dreamI feelI… Read More »It is dark in this room by Gonzalo Mendez
At the clinic for sleep so badlanguage dries up and curls and blows away like rust,the doctors and orderlies have no faces, just dark cloudsthat blow in like bad dreamswhich just adds insult to injury.I’d… Read More »Sleep by Stacy Black
mark the limits i’m losing my grip you saya beautiful secrete will be revealeddoing anything to help is insensitivein thinking back, ludicrousit’s an urgent death,maybe a little breakfast with many loves Trail.Wasteland61/located on the Kanawa… Read More »Two Poems by Aaron Davis
Each of the children takes a layer of skin to wrap up the items they will need at key points down the road. Let’s just look at one: the boy with angular ears and a… Read More »Restoring the Model Village by Oz Hardwick
The Poet Photographs a UFO “Fix your hat,it’s crooked!” The full-blown crimson unites withthe slimy, sticky olive green of our luxurious rotting.The earth’s surface turns to a dented sheet of tin.The axis doesn’t move.It cannot… Read More »Two Poems by Laszlo Aranyi