Two Front Teeth – by Ani Keaten

Two Front Teeth   When did I learn to smile for photographs? When did this expressionless urchin up to her ankles in a yard flooded with hose water, eyes on the camera man, lurch into a broad bright-toothed girl? As beaver teeth devoured baby teeth, my tongue resisting its enamel encasement, my words spilling through…

Translucent – by David Cook

This hurts more than I’d thought, but it’ll be worth it in the end. Matt’s gonna love it.   See, I was flicking through this book I found on the bus, and in it a man saw a lady and was ‘transfixed by her translucent beauty’. That’s what I need, I thought to myself. Translucent…

To The Sea – by Seb Reilly

There is a strange psychological effect on people who grew up by the sea. Not in every case; but for many, the idea of living away from an edge is something they struggle with. I definitely fall into this category. Seaside people need the land to end. They need that boundary, a cut-off point. Rolling…

Photo-GRAPHIC Perfection – by Ki-Ana L. Tonge

Young black female Young black female, society and stereotypic hashtags Hashtag you to be nothing but a tool Nothing but a hammer or electric drill invented To fulfill the desires of the stereotyped typical male Nothing but a side dish beside some cooked rice, beans, and fried fish But I don’t blame you baby girl…

That Which is Left on the Harvest Breeze – by B. W. Evans

THAT WHICH IS LEFT ON THE HARVEST BREEZE Autumn has its pleasure as the orange moon rises high taking its place among the multi layers of darkness shinning its eloquence in piercing pronouncement colors the night in shades of harvest. The day fades as its survival is destined leaving the hollowness of the night in…

Real Life Degenerates – by Bridget Langdon

Real Life Degenerates Real life degenerates in JC Penney today. I thought I recognized them from a Rob Zombie movie. Ghastly mistake. Trapped in a neanderthalic conversation Yearning for a time When I could sacrifice them to the Gods. The presumable father-uncle inhaled Audibly for five minutes Before speaking. Revealing teeth fragments Taunting me from…

The Idol / Summer’s End / Passing By – by Jonathan Butcher

The Idol In this evening’s haze, edging down that same road again, watching you perpetually twitch as you talk and pull pre-stashed cans of larger from behind wheels of random parked cars as we edge towards the city. It was within that tower of innocence that the front you developed blossomed; and we allowed it’s…

Poetry Collection – by Nikki Knight

Taste   You are— My favorite critic Applying the most stringent of criteria Yet making the fairest of decisions You won’t speak your mind Until you’ve taken the time To listen   Soaking in each syllable Contemplating the meaning You wait for my words with bated breath Measuring the breadth and depth Of every idea…

Poetry Collection – by Colin Dodds

Arriving at the Beach Alone in Autumn The immediate circumstances of a revelation are peculiarly crucial   Between schemes at the ragged edges of miscellaneous majestic mercenary dreams Old enough to count the loss of nerve a boon   Toilet burbles silence ululates in the unlocked room of The Strathmere Motel a place on the…

Melting Memories of Paper Skin – by Sudeep Adhikari

A day with ancient déjà Vus. Confluence of sky  and streets through the worm-holes of melting memories. My skin was almost a  paper, I could have painted my terracotta dreams there. The cities have their own secrets; the ghettos on the suburbs of Main Street, where a schizophrenic hottie once told me an awkward story…