The Hour of Forgiveness – by Anna Keeler

The Hour of Forgiveness Brazen may have laid down the title of ‘loving boyfriend’ long ago, but if there was one thing he thought he did right, it was protection. His body fabricated intuition from the same collagen as his primordial stone eyes, and this concept became a constant in his personality. He anticipated words…

celestial 13 anomaly / add colour to taste – by Peter Bracking

celestial 13 anomaly infinitely rarer than cerulean moons artemis armed gorged to burst edge one : a whole lot of zeros full this isolated 13 Friday rarer than night overcast g street june evercold neon breathes whiskey pheromones disguised as musk sing antennae jolts desparate dna dance moves earth and sky wheels early am wakeup…

Poetry Collection – by Adam Levon Brown

live I exist in the shadows of an empty stomach and broken dreams I strive for the stars while sitting amongst the windswept clouds I stare in the direction of the soliloquy sun while biding my time I jump at the opportunity to share a piece of myself in the bleak December rains I live…

Poetry Collection – by C.C. Russell

ANOTHER POEM ABOUT D. Simply because sometimes when I come back to this town,   all I want is to trace the route through the red push-pins on the map of us   to see if anything is left.   Previously published in Arsenic Lobster – 2015 anthology   FOOTNOTE I want to be a…

Yesterday – by Paul Tristram

Yesterday She twirled it around her finger, it didn’t break because she willed it not to. Yesterday didn’t matter and tomorrow can fuck right off. It’s jagged when you think of it. So don’t fool yourself, it’s a grind unacceptable, a price too fucked up to pay. There’s no logic in the teeth behind you….

Perception – by Kate Murdoch

Perception It was his favourite jacket. Distressed brown leather, supple and buttery. Jana held it in front of the wardrobe, a smile curved on her lips. A mania gripped her and she seized his shoes, shirts and trousers, letting them fall to the floor. A satisfying pile of his things mounted at her feet. She…

Lovesong of the Damaged – by Ruma Chakravarti

Can you tell me How I should feel? You had laughed to hear me ask. That first time you touched, that second time we kissed. But I was unsmiling, questions in my eyes And you unable to comprehend Could only wonder at the demons in my past. You were born in a different land, under…

Wishing You’d Stayed – by Amanda Eifert

Wishing You’d Stayed It takes a great deal of pushing and a lot of poking to make me angry, but Yasmine knew which buttons to push. The neighbors never heard us fight until that night in August. “You always want to be together and I can’t be with you all the time. I’ve work and…

HASH – by R.E Hengsterman

HASH On any given day I put myself in a position of catastrophic failure. If you spend any time reading my words, you need to be keenly aware of this fact. And if you’ve invested any time in me, I am likely to disappoint. I only ask that you don’t deprive me the beauty of…

Grip – by Kristen Williamson

Grip I’m alone, even when you’re next to me, your hand on my hip, and I feel nothing except, the cold of your fingertips. Kristen Williamson is currently a Graduate in English Literature and Creative Writing at Binghamton University in New York, where her fields of study include poetry,and fiction. She has been featured in:…

Club Lost and Found – by DC Diamondopolous

Club Lost and Found Damian heard sirens. With his hair still damp he tossed the towel on the counter and hurried from the bathroom to the balcony. The shrieking sound always made him edgy, yet he couldn’t look away. From the tenth floor of his Bunker Hill Towers Apartment, he gazed down on Pershing Square….