The Dark Winds by Jim Young
Have you ever looked out on the woods as the wind did howl?
And think that you may have seen the eyes of the owl? [...]
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Short Fiction and Poetry
Volponetta by Basiliké Pappa
Under this bridge, brides are sent to find lost rings.
Have you not heard? It takes a life to calm the water.
I’d rather be woman [...]
Breath → Mechanical Breath; Visiting Hours by Jennifer Cox
Walls move, I stay
static, propped
as yellow and white
polyester gowns swim
across floors, whispering,
breathing.
Ode To My Camus; Walking In Downtown Toronto by Leah Mosier
Shell monotone cover, softly inked pages, where have you not come with me
speaking of cigarettes and cigarettes and cigarettes [...]
Eden; The World Is Round by Peter Roberts
lenticular clouds
compress logarithmically
to the far horizon. [...]
Reset Again; Family Reunion by Screams of Unfettered Minds
In a holding cell unlike anything on Earth
Enrico #29091901 and other human detainees
Patiently await voluntary sterilisation [...]
Evolved by Renee Cronley
I am who nature needed me to be.
Humble beginnings—
a nomadic misfit living outdoors,
perpetually hungry [...]
Beyond Ballet; Keyhole by Margaret Adams Birth
Belly-down, torso twisting,
spiraling sculptural lines—
initiating ideas:
pantomime, plastic movement, stage deportment. [...]
Culvert Crowd by Lillibet Ray
Opening the door to the tavern
Rotten royal scent fuming
from the neck of an empty bourbon flask. [...]
The Face Of Time by J. Kerr
The face of time
A countenance of what is.
Long forgot is what was. Like dust from boot. [...]
Neither Reciprocation Nor Restitution Wanes by Colin James
There is an entity living behind my couch.
Occasionally it will grab a neck hair
freaking out the vacillating stoners. [...]
Routine Procedure With Advance Directive by Marda Messick
In the operating room before
I go onto the table, go under
& undergo the knife [...]
The Patchwork Poems by Sonja Boon
work and mendings
for criminal politics:
a handbook for hookers [...]
Closing Credits by Kenneth Vincent Walker
No need to awaken
Me from the depths
Of my sleep.
Bowl Prayer by Terry Trowbridge
Bowls made of wood. Trees made of time.
Rings measure volume, recipes,
and mark moments to scry [...]
So Like That; The Darkness of Night by Erich von Hungen
Down from the sky,
wings chop and cut and drop
to where the dead things lie
among the scattered plumes. [...]
Black Walnut Dye; Mycelium; When Chloe liked Olivia by Damon Hubbs
oftentimes when we walk Ravenswood
through pine and oak and past the boulder fields,
towards where the Hermit of Gloucester’s cabin [...]
Myrmecology Report; Tell Me Bee by Sally Zakariya
Not just a billion. Not even a trillion.
But twenty thousand trillion here on Earth.
Two and a half million for each one of us. [...]
Brochure as Memento Mori by Ian C Smith
Former Calulu Post Office it says, High Ceilings.
Lots of Shedding conjures a wry verb. [...]
A To-Do List For The Lost by Ruth Emeroe
1. In every tree, fairies are living. They giggle with the woodbugs and pour teeny tiny cups of tea while they listen to the wind. [...]
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