Symbiosis – by Seb Reilly

Twisted vines grow from earth spiralling around our ankles shows how far we’ve climbed from the dirt when we’re still held here.   It hurts but we’ll never see clear no matter how much concrete we pour to hold back the green maybe this should have been foreseen.   But it probably was long ago…

A Poetry Collection – by Derek Collins

my body’s clean  but my heart is empty gorging and cleaving down to the bone all yr leftovers left all alone milking and bleeding outta the stone all my leftovers congeal on their own all answers are echoes can you hear vanities piercing scream? I think that’s the sound that haunts yr dreams I think…

Chocolates – by Divya Rajgarhia

Chocolates melt in our mouth and suffuse us with joy Joy that sometimes takes our mind on a detour from the mundane Mundane chores that cloister our mechanical lives Lives lived for earning money and security Security, which eludes us and becomes a shadowy bliss Bliss sought after in the cacophony of loud parties Parties,…

Something More – by Damien B. Donnelly

Something More If I asked you would you sever the skin from your body layer by layer and blanket me in your living flesh? Maybe the nights would feel warmer. If I asked you would you bleed the blood from your body, value from veins and feed me with the liquor that lives in you?…

A poetry collection – by Jeff Bagato

Research on the Line Scholars do the damnedest things selling cocaine cola as psychological freshwater for clearing palate and bowels, a marvelous display of erudition slips effortless into Red Skelton cross-eyed hayseed, back stabbed & backwater, at the slightest wave of dollar green breeze from cough drop millions—fortune telling science can quicker see the meaning…

Submission – by Michael Marrotti

You would’ve thought I was attending a funeral by the sight of tears swelling up in my eyeballs   This breakup was unexpected this death I could never have predicted   This life which was mine equipped with altered perception is now buried with my dealer inside that casket   Each day I slowly rise…

A poetry collection – by Jason Visconti

I Can’t Write Anything For The Wind How will I hymn a song for an audience that will not come to gather? How will I love into the words when a man can’t acknowledge its adventure, the heave and then the whisper of its orchestra, where chords will drill the trees or lick the awnings?…

A poetry collection by Beth Gordon

Unquestioned Loyalty I’m not going to pay for groceries this week, not when my neighbors discarded half-rotted vegetables in the common garbage dumpster.   I’ll go for vodka and rob the gas station.  Please just do what I say.    I didn’t know my wife was pregnant, she didn’t want to tell me until she was sure. …

A poetry collection – by Jon Bennett

When You Dream Your Teeth Fall Out   I finally fell asleep next to a person it’d been 7 years I took lorazepams to do it but then I had a nightmare There’s a subconscious man in me, I guess and he started saying “There is a body next to you, a body next to…

Anniversaries / Famine – by Autumn Toennis

Anniversaries   I carry anniversaries in my hollow bones – rolled calendar dates of marrow-stained Firsts and calcified Lasts.   I course with Effigies.   Famine   We went hungry to our pillows, and I found salt on my cheek this morning, a thin line   of sand shaken from my eye to the smallest…

A poetry collection – by Paul Tristram

Dogs With No Tails   They hang around the back lane of The Salvation Army all morning. Twelve of them, used to be twenty three last Summer but the Welsh Winters are merciless and unrelenting. Prison and hyperthermia take more people off the street than cirrhosis or cancer. All high level, top shelf chronic alcoholics….

A poetry collection – by Bryony Wharfe

Change I’m sick of making every choice, fed up of all this change, all I ever hear is my own voice, it’s been so long it’s starting to sound strange. Lately nothing feels right, everything is blurred together, like wearing someone else’s glasses, and trying to see through this rainy weather. I just want to…