vampires aren’t the only ones who can’t see their reflection each time i pass a mirror, all i see is a crooked shade, jilted, tilted, a jaw filled with a swollen sap laden tongue, eyes from a window, a widow, a different world, there used to be a light there, a face too, there used […]Read more "Poetry by Ash Miranda"
By muttering “the world is a parasomniac stage,” then sleepwalking through it with a dagger, you became this ekphrastic freak, what they call the untranslation of Lady Macbeth. It was one of these Walpurgisnachtsthat you had to wearwashed-up peach colored socksbefore giving a soliloquy behindyour rain dripping marble sill: “It’s the witching hour,” you said, though it was the hour of the […]Read more "Lady M by Yusuf Akman"
IMMACULATA what if we were the saints all along?what if we were holy and sacred? TEXTING IN POSITANO we can take several honeymoons my best friend is the goddess of water my dreams did this me: i woke up thinking i was a she-wolf, to the enjoyment of an audience he has his own late, late, late […]Read more "Poetry by Stephanie Athena Valente"
Wrapped in a form-fitting gown of flesh I stand A collection of parts A mosaic Bone framed My ancestors left relics In the chambers of my heart I’ve yet to see them But I know they are there I’m wired with blue strings They stretch as I curve around them My form A mahogany guitar […]Read more "Between Earth and Sky by Lisa De Castro"
At the symphony, the orchestraperforms Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov’slove letter to Spain in five movements. My heart blooms like an Andalusian sunrise,or the Madrid trees in autumn, or hot bloodspilled in the dust of a Pamplona bullring,or the prayers of a pilgrim reaching the seaat Santiago de Compostela. In the balcony section, my handslides up her thigh.Read more "Capriccio Espagnol by Nicholas Trandahl"
dolores reads I “silence pausesdifficult experiences. i betterstep away.” Source:Setoodeh, R. (2020). Kate Winslet on Woody Allen, ‘Wonder Wheel’ and the 20th Anniversary of ‘Titanic’. Retrieved from Variety. dolores reads II “you want a witch-huntwhere every guy is to defend himself.you hope this could be transformed intoyour movie and turn out to betrue.” Source: Barraclough, L. (2017, October 16). Woody Allen Clarifies […]Read more "Poetry and Photography by Nadia Gerassimenko"
Pusillanimous I won’t apologize Risking it all Probably sixty mistakes I’ve made so far Asking for vintage photographs since they’re keepsakes Fear of pushing the elevator button for the fourth floor Enchanted with Mexican Fire Opals Magenta moss rose, yellow sun rose, orange rock rose Pale ten o’clock shadow Bright ice plant petals in the […]Read more "Poetry by Samantha Merz"
In my dream, a woman stands tall in a leveled field. The plants trampled, the wildlife dead in heaps. I trace the curve of a familiar arch in prints pressing the dirt. There she stands, a proud destroyer, marveling. Her arms fan wide in the stillness. The wind whips up strands of my hair one […]Read more "Idyll by Blake L. Bell"
Born in August, Teething on starfulness Like any fire doomed To be put out. Now, hunger; Starvation circles me as An army. My only wish: To look into the sun without blindly Suffering the consequences. To cost myself for a moment Of radiance. How funny, That I am considered in my prime. Desirability left up […]Read more "Starving in your 20’s by Iggy Oddity"
Love through a tacked up green blanket in December. Love through the smoldering edges of yellowed apartment wallpaper, where we lit the match and left fire there, glittering with god for someone else to find, left there for someone else to clean up the ashes and the melted shag carpeting and all those broken mirrors. […]Read more "Three Years in Saint Paul by Mckenzie Lee"