The pupil is a pinholewhich contracts the lineray-traces the territorywith beams of lightA face is a modelprojected insidelathe to the curvelip to discardMercator, the castthe world is a mapbody, decidewhat edges to hide
The moon is daggering as she always does, unfed fish lumbering with brilliant coal in their lips, unclogging remedies from before stars had to die, bound to a twisted fate of jagged madcaps, lunching their… Read More »The mushroom trip where I realize I have to write Ms. Hartigan a Romeo & Juliet essay from freshman year of high school by Ryan Bry
This is still a thing of lumberjack integrity, the gross massage of a rigid maple, mushing chewy words with buried glee, where the sweating pond lets its eyes drop to the bottom, where there’s grassery… Read More »Lost words hurting the disease in a temple of trash by Ryan Bry
High ring in my right ear a ceaseless impairment. Small breeze that drums against my brain softly, like bored fingertips on a desk. Looking up, the sky is wide open; it looks like it could… Read More »Grounding by John Biron
The people on the porches like to sit and talk their word of the Lord God, He who said to love and love again. They are the ones who know His secret name, all four… Read More »THE WORLD TO COME by Jenna Obeid Mackenroth
I woke up to dead fathers. I remember being alive when my father lost the stability of his skin. It’s like when you’re trying to merge sand grains with melted lava, -100% opacity and suddenly… Read More »I tried cornmeal chicken nuggets and I will never get those 5 minutes of my life back by Sai Avanti
walk nyc in 4k. 4k walking tour of nyc for beautiful sites, see beautiful sites in nyc for joy and splendor in 4k gorgeous views. summer walking tour in incredible locations. breathtaking locations and lovely… Read More »walk NYC in 4k by Tyler Plofker
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