The true church never died, I have found a sect ancient beyond ancestry: itinerant priestesses in ramshackle booths who listen through gauzy walls and tally your actions. In a tiny city stacked on terraces the citizens come each morning to confess, divulging their blessings as well as their sins. Absolution and indulgences cost the same […]Read more "Confessional by Kevin Danahy"
“Oh my god” Fuck time zones and fuck what hour or day it is the question should always be is the sun or moon up where you are?the answer will always be yes An addendum: fuck the clock Patti Smith wore it first, look it up. On Instagram she’s always posting pictures of her handwriting or coffee or the moon […]Read more "Fuck the Clock by Alexandra Martinez"
My cousins had their own rooms. Each one ofThem; they lived in a big house. They went toSchool in uniforms. Had a dog. RowingPractice. Ballet lessons. They drank enoughMilk. Usually when one of them out-grewSomething, their mother would give it to mine.For me. Why throw it out when somebodyCould use it, right? They gave her […]Read more "Memory by Juleigh Howard-Hobson"
Lobster’s Predicament Lobster snails between narrow avenues of sea for the better part of his life. He refuses to seek out the challenges above him, numerous opportunities that have sunk too far down to reach. Routine is his manacle, cocooned in a carapace on top of the shell he already bears. Little does Lobster know, […]Read more "Poetry by Samuel Strathman"
it was when it all started dandelions and the crows filled odes in notebooks, magic mirror from the valley ushered in new and useful tools of trade or commerce, rather this was capital, a valid argument speak up, say for the downtrodden wasp: sing-songing honeysweet self -care sonnets what’s not to like ? share amongst the coven or network in -crease your […]Read more "WAITCH by Angelo Colavita"
I built a windowless house out of myselfat the edge of the cliff,where the front door drops,into the mouthof the ocean.The heavy waves keep comingfor me mercilessly; few more smacksfrom their belt, against the crumbling ground beneath,and not so long until they topple my walls.As they reach my threshold, the bird perched over my ridgesays […]Read more "Challenger Deep by Akash Ali"
she slept,but her soul was not at rest.beside her, a drone. on guard, armedwith a gun, like a thornto a rose. a sting of wasps invaded her hive.and though they clipped her wings,her dreams propelledher escape. maybe in her dreamsshe met her future selfa sovereign womanconjured from the spellssticking to her Post-its. maybe in her dreamsshe worked a night shift where […]Read more "Queen Bee for Breonna Taylor by Kesi Augustine"
Sounds of A Whisper The mountainsare not for climbing they saythe trees swing my waybutthe wind-the-windkeeps calling my nameOne dayI’ll be always fallingIn loveOne dayI’ll know howto love -Mesimo Violets The mind is green in trees, difference triumphs in stairwaysnobody knowsI never told youhow it beganperhapsmaggots have the beesHave you been there and then?Know the […]Read more "Poetry by Jorge Moreno"
In the Bedroom Series, the question is in how many ways can an everyday object exist? A bed, for example, is an object that we use most nights and days. We sleep on it, with others or alone, we dream in it, we are warm or hot. Our bodies rest and recuperate. We have sex in […]Read more "Photography by iamtopo"
Shouting into the voidtrying on a name and a face I can bring it to youBut it changes nothing for us I am me with no nameI was me with a new name I cannot replace your angerwith understanding Feeling left out of a diagrambirthed of an empty voice I cannot erase my sentiment or evaporate […]Read more "Audacity by Evyan Roberts"