mankind that cannot enjoy my schizophrenic telling is still savage virus-based rewriting systems create spatio-temporal hypermorphism for text including the quantum portability of corpse poetic gangbang of the human body embodies the teleportation of the… Read More »Untitled by Kenji Siratori
A stabbing text quaking the heart Moon over Mexico, drawn to the sleepthe entire immediacy of the universeis grappling inside of memy beast uncurls its fangslike paper dot candywondering if I’ll ever sweet timeenough to… Read More »4 Poems by Ryan Bry
WaterfallingIn bright rainbow’s shadowsDrop by dropAs if going down a hellish stairwayStep by stepBut refreshinglyAnd in love with it all.
She used to give herself good luck as a child by thinking about something she wanted to happen, but then immediately after she would think of all the ways in which the thing she wanted… Read More »Good Luck by Dan Solomon
Droplets of ultramarine pearl levitateHovering above my eyes like a spacecraftWhispering alien melodic silk verses
The man in the ill-fitting suitbig blue pantsand bad brown shoesSinking, drowning into the carpetAt the pulleys, the dings of the elevatorhe welcomes zero(0) visitors empty office, cluttered roompaint chips flood the floorbig old heads… Read More »12th Floor by RM
who dat who dat whodaythey’s benzos, kidripsnorting, first-rate [inevitable]jon thrusts into a clerk of court“holy shit she’s filled with asbestos!”jon diessam experiments withparchment from lamb skinbuckles, fades, freaks,goes back to trade schoolbelladonnas ain’t toxicly“bullshit they… Read More »the risers by Adam Johnson
Nauseating vegetable spews brain fungus I no longer open doorsthey bow before me and open themselvesThis pressure relentless jaundicedAnd to think it greens into spacesof supple scrubbing scumI no longer look cashiers in the eyesgive… Read More »3 Poems by daniel j flosi
the impalpable pulp of the mind prison a father, the corporation eager bones shuffling paper tendons velvet blood the leaking ink of contract a filament explosion, your Wednesday morning September, the ministry of sentience your… Read More »3.22pm, 14/9/22, National Poetry Library, London by Aqeel Parvez
Be SomebodyBe SomebodyBe SomebodyBe Somebody let me be nobody let me be no body as free as my gray hairs no longer stopping to think if I was the same person before my hair turned… Read More »I’D BE THE MUSHROOM by Natalie Cortez-Klossner