The big tree outside batters off the living room window, rapidly expanding, growing new branches increasingly covered in little brown furry creatures with yellow and black eyes and long sharp teeth, who screech, bite and… Read More »Mushies by Rudy Civello
/Life of Prizes–Black out on voice chatbut nobody noticed. Several hours of dark souls lore videos.Several hours alone. // Chokepoint–Sometimes things dont get worse or better.Often, they just stop.And then opens this vastness – on… Read More »Four Poems (batch 5) by David Gladfelter
XXIV I adore you as much as the high vault of night,O you urn of sorrows, o untalkative great.I love you, all the more beautiful because you flee from meAnd seem to me, as ornament… Read More »Two Poems by Charles Baudelaire, Translated from the French by Stephan Crown-Weber
When I was standing half-shell, carbon making mute elegance in the baby mobile of the sycamore cage borrowing rat breath from translucent crowns, you were there plugging your passion with a coconut drug. The creatures… Read More »Applause Phobia: Drums in Storage by Ryan Bry
“Write a poem in the voice of John Berryman about the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the arrest of Jared from Subway.” Henry sat in the dark. The television-boxblared white, blared blood, blared… Read More »My one experience with AI by Adam Johnson
A pen bent to resemble a question mark leaksa hesitating mildew, a stuttering yellow,the ink of cream that subsumes paperwith the knowledge that the written wordis just that. A dizzy dream. Breaking offa slice of… Read More »Water Colour by Sukruti Khungar
It does not have its body about it. It lives under a proverbial yet real bridge, having dropped out of a school, a university, and its first and last selection process. The bridge is of… Read More »SOMETHING FOR ANYONE by J. A. Keefe
I knew a girl with a knocked-up face, I said, who are you to thieve around my features? She was a scam artist, a hungry-good-for-nothing scam artist. I had to reach my hand inside of… Read More »That Tulpa Stole My Stuff by Jenna Obeid Mackenroth
She studies the soft curve of the pill’s surface. An ovum, pregnant with possibility. She is Schrodinger’s woman; both potentially well and unwell at the moment of the pill’s ingestion. Ingestion, conception, deception, indigestion. She… Read More »Paucity of Wellness by Jennifer Ostopovich
Your creative writing degree is a dinner table joke / I’d like to slip this incident report on your ring finger in lieu of loving you / since we’re both jackasses with humanities degrees, I’ll… Read More »PRACTICING SPIRITUALITY WITH EXCEL by Mary B. Sellers