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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

Dear Lyra, #7 You are not real. You are as human as a plain white wall and I am the projector. You are a fictional shape-shifting multi-faced alien that embodies the best and worst features… Read More »Prose by Rudy Civello

Did I ever not live in this circular chasm hollowed in the heart of the rock? No doubt a crow at three o’clock will bring me the bread I require, unless the perpetual din of… Read More »The Contemplative by Paul Claudel, translated from French by Stephan Crown-Weber

Her long blonde hair was like the strings that taut themselves to luscious climax in the waves of Lake Hylia that beat the meth lab owner’s ears with deceptive arithmetic; as she fondled her rupee… Read More »A Triforce Climax by Ryan Bry