Let me tell you a story
by Ariane Mass
about a small coddled town
that looks like trinkets strewn
beside stripes of corn and wheat,
where furious creatures eat crusty fried
lutefisk fingers in hokey taverns. Continue Reading
Author: Leopardskin & Limes
I Ate My Neighbour’s Cat
by Marie Luise Lehner
Last night I silently ate my neighbour’s cat in the backyard. It tasted of struggle, and its muscles were tense from loneliness. Continue Reading
Loneliest Bus in San Antonio
by Misti Rainwater-Lites
All the gingerbread children
are coupled and proving it
so snug and smug in hands and smirks.
Eyes glued to electric rectangles. Continue Reading
The Volcano
by Alex Vigue
There’s a volcano and it’s about to erupt and kill everyone on the planet. It’s a very big volcano. There is also a whale. But the whale is dead. Luckily there is also a mad scientist, although she prefers to be called Gene. Continue Reading
Joy Ride
by Amanda Faye
~after Sherman Alexie
1. A car travelling at 100 mph will continue to do so until it hits a tree. Continue Reading
Interview with Ryan Van Winkle
by Jane Flett
Our featured writer this month is Ryan Van Winkle, an old friend and personal poetry hero of mine. Ryan spends most of his time touring the world reading poems to people, hosting events and podcasts, and putting on award-winning festival shows, but he took some time out of his schedule to talk to us about the moon… Continue Reading
The Sad and Serious Story of Janet
by Viola Nordsieck
When Janet was thirteen years old, she found out about perspectives. Continue Reading
Watermelon Man
by Elisa Pieper
Cut it, suck it, throw it. Next stop on our journey is wasteland. He told me you’re a
watermelon. Juicy and fresh and seedy and pink and sinful and opened by the knife
and everything he ever wanted in this absent life. Continue Reading
No Show
by Archie Aston
The kids ate my weed biscuits. I came down for breakfast and saw that Daddy’s biscuits’ box wasn’t where I left it last night. I looked at the little shits around the table, scoffing down their sugared puffs, slurping through the guilt. They knew I knew.
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Promises, Promises
by Kenneth Pobo
Dear Dionne Warwick, that champagne
bubbles in a crystal glass voice,
the just-right intonation. Sometimes Continue Reading