Flesh and Bone by Kathi Crawford

Part One— Birth upon birth upon birth made us; a miracle of inherited flesh and bone. Our tethered hearts severed the day you left me at the door; my forehead pressed against the glass as rivulets of tears drained from my eyes. Part Two— It is said mothers raise daughters and love their sons. You... Continue Reading →

Configurations by R. Gerry Fabian

If you are a lost myth why do you haunt me? Nowhere has simple limits. Yet I explore each slight hope as it presents itself and retain just the glimpse of some expectations. We are imitations of collected sources with such potential only as a single response to correct a failure or establish success. So... Continue Reading →

Trifecta by Wayne F. Burke

I had a triple bypass surgery and died on the table and was revived: did not know of my demise until I read the doctor's report on his desk while his back was turned to me. One out of every thousand they said, before wheeling me to the operating room door where the doc stood... Continue Reading →

Terminal by Simon MacCulloch

Somewhere in the city far from home A railway station where the trains don’t stop A place where echoing footsteps coldly drop Into emptiness, partnered only By a humming, blank and lonely A power station where the dull ghosts roam. I walked its platform as the evening fell A long still dusk as summer softly... Continue Reading →

Owls by Aurora Bishop

I dream of owls ancestral sages they should bring wisdom but in the darkness they are harbingers warning of suffocation hooting caution they say don't let out the light. About the Poet: Aurora Bishop is a poet and visual artist based out of Cincinnati, OH.

Two Game by David Dumouriez

Brief middle of two looming voids comes life: a light-in-dark too dim to see by. Peer unblinkingly – or don’t – no shapes will come, no shades reveal themselves. Locate what’s best, what’s open only. Make a vital construct out of flesh. Glory, earthly, unto death. (Can’t care after!) Look to love yourself at a... Continue Reading →

Avalanche by John Tustin

I have tried to bury you In a mountain of typed pages. All of these pages, The nightly tappity tap of the keyboard As my mind goes backward to moments, Sentences, a touch Trapped always in the amber inside my skull. This mountain, it keeps growing And growing. Sometimes, like last night, I began to... Continue Reading →

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