some people like to play it safe clinging to the banks of the river others float right down the middle and still others go where they want not paying attention to the rest Ken Tomaro is an artist and writer living in Cleveland, Ohio whose work has been published in several literary journals. He has […]Read more "Some People by Ken Tomaro"
At first, I was from the motherland. Frijoles con queso y bolillo raised me. Corn tortillas kept me alive. I am from where the eagle perched on nopales. Green as the mountains the Aztecs called home. White as jicama con chile and limon. Red as the blood of my indegenous mothers. I came from maternal […]Read more "I Am My Roots by Andrés Sánchez"
The soldier stated on war—Die before the startIt saves food and gasolineAnd torment in peace—It’s a fucking haiku from up hereBad advice is turningInto beautiful poetryAnd I’m starting to see the humourIn this hopeless situationThat I’ve found myself withinI’m on the edge of mindAnd the plunge is screamingI need to fly freeBut do you thinkReally […]Read more "War and Politics by Megan Hann"
another chance / to have it / all / (&) right / we the molecules / coast / free / of bodies broken / & breaking / away / above / in the ether / we eat cotton clouds / for breakfast / for lunch & dinner / we consume / & consummate / poetry […]Read more "after/life lore by Nadia Gerassimenko"
On tiptoe I extend my fingers toward the dark mouths of stage’s end, their glittering rows of hot teeth. On whose shoulders do I live? My toes grip, my calves bulge like nervous eyes. I can trust him with my neck. He is the strong man, these are the shoulders I tried to push away […]Read more "The Contortionist and the Strong Man by Emilia Joan Hamra"
distance the sun shakes itself loose from the plaster of clouds, still awakening from the sigh of last night’s cold you stoke the fire with your bruised tongue your hands all over my thighs your eyes, everywhere but you invent new languages in things left unsaid quiescence falls between us an alarming tranquility that you […]Read more "Poetry by Mela Blust"
West Virginia natives drive the 2nd class state highways hellbenttwisted curled asphalt counter-graded blind curvesserpentine treachery downhillout of forested mountains into valley sinks kamikaze deer lurk at dawn at dusk invisibleour stretch of Smoot-Dawson is death alleythree persons killed in two years ramming trees and fences on curves at 50 mphand a deer totals my farm helper’s caron […]Read more "On the Road to Grassy Meadows with Philip Glass by Ron Tobey"
My life as a fallen star Maybe it was the way the light worked its way into everything when you were too young to work out the dark from the not-so-dark. The way even your father’s pain glowed some nights. A tree could only take you so far up, and it always hurt on the […]Read more "Poetry by James Diaz"
Angelo Colavita lives and writes in Philadelphia, where he serves as Founding Editor of Empty Set Press and Associate Editor at Occulum Journal. He is the author of two chapbooks of poetry, Flowersonnets (2018) and Heroines (2017), as well as a full-length epic poem, Nazareth (forthcoming, Apep Publications). His work has appeared in The Shoutflower, Wildness […]Read more "We Sing by Angelo Colavita"
Intro Within you lies a divine message. A cryptic psalm. Would you recoil if you heard your omniscient song? Would you question your sanity? Would you deny the source? Would you remain silent? Better yet, what if your purpose is to decipher that prescient hymn? I’m not trying to convince you of anything. Seriously, all […]Read more "A Psalm for Red Lands (Excerpt) by Keven Guynn"