Excerpt from Jon Day by Ann Pedone
I wander lymphic. Foreclosed of all intercourse. Without any in-grown to speak of. I flounder straight into the radiation of alpha gamma theta. Waxed without waxing. Fucked without adequate. Mustard or syrup. Which litters. Which dwells outside of all. Known and recorded uterine tendencies. I can weather you out... Read More
Four Poems by Christina Vega-Westhoff
Be or at have from repetition of linear reasoning one guest speaks into micraptorphone recycled belief claw line tangent of entropy polyanalaze eyes for days closed like lizards whispers of elation chime of calendar away from online entity official language vs corruption charge nomination... Read More
Five Poems by Kimberly Alidio
A blurb for we are all we have not just our care and theories what we’ve read poignant details eliciting attention meaning and insight and sensory signals or our geopolitics the lands and bodies incur inter spread across continually die for the commons horizons maneuvers campaigns direct actions disjointed... Read More
Three Poems by Kirstin Allio
I was against the hypnotizing cliché, clouds gathered, shadow-puppeting the sheet of sand. The tide-line was stenciled in washed trash. A traditional line of waves kept breaking. Form and freeform. Forgiveness wasn’t a form of innocence, it was futuristic... Read More
Two Prose Poems by Dale Going
If you take a brown feather, if you line it just a tiny bit with black, if you look underneath the feather, if you look at me closely in the light, the chased, encasing air, the leaf from which the subject seems to grow, flowering in catkins, the fruit a small samara no man would... Read More
Fragments from Not Now Now by Sandra Doller
They take it a little far. I haven’t even considered you yet. I applied. You think I’m talking about it when I’m talking all around it. There in your little snow hut in the sun. There there in it. There was an audio file once of the audiophile in the wind. You couldn’t understand... Read More
BETRAYAL by Taos Lopez
It’s a love story that slits its own throat, but it’s not a story at all. It’s your life. Your heart beats as a reminder of the beating you’ve taken. If you could reach it you would pull the plug, but you can’t reach it so you reach for something else. First, you pick yourself... Read More
Six Poems from Flow state by Ryan Skrabalak
Write a music. Write a music more of with more no world, with things arranged. Things rearranged in no. World with no question (past, as night) in the mode of your fog. So that the fog was suited for your music and you made it with. Not owned. That’s your sense of this world... Read More
Four Prose Poems by Benjamin Paloff
I can only wonder at the decisions the ever-elsewhere hummingbird is weighing mid-air, but its suspension in all-at-onceness makes perfect sense in this “rarely” so rare as to mingle with never-forever. Taking the corner wide to skirt the black ice, there’s no need to keep looking... Read More
Four Prose Poems by Ken Taylor
if he talks his voice will not be the thing said, but the way of not saying it. what it aims to spurn. short on collar points. disciple of celestial steering. he keeps his mouth shut. the image will have to carry. not to be seen as holdup to action. he’s lost in thought in... Read More