The Routine. by Marie McKay My feet on the cold tiles are making me shiver. I am washing with my eyes closed; my body feeling like a...

Palmistry Kali Rose Schmidt The graveyard was the ideal room for walking to think, or thinking to walk. The moon hung full in the...

"Poseidon" by Matthew Yates our god sleeps by Paul Brookes with his gob open. When he opens his gob It could be dawn, noon or midday....

Nurse Abigail’s New Patient by Jack Somers A little after four in the afternoon, two frizzy-haired, mud-spattered boys carried in a young...

Hybrid haibun & new perspectives A Creative Study: Robin Anna Smith Artist's Statement: I write both poetry and prose, often hybrids,...

In sickness and dishonesty by Charley Barnes ‘He thinks it was a miscarriage.’ It’s the first time that I’ve said this out loud. The room...

"clouds" photo by Stephen Briseño Steady Blues caffeinated riffs at 7 am old R&B in the background while ma smokes a last last...

Emilie by Samantha Ryce Curreli My cat Harlem and I sat on the front porch, waiting for little monsters to come begging for candy. I...

"Confluence 3" by Stephen Briseño I Imagine My Rejected Poems as Ghosts by Stephen Briseño When rejection drops by for his routine visit,...

Red Wine-Red Whines by Bridget Kathleen Pair my wine with the time The later the night, the deeper the taste From the bottom of that...