It’s Lime For a Break
We’re taking a month off. We’ve worked hard.
But totally keep sending us your writing!
Happy spring! Continue Reading
machiavelli’s whimsical hairs
by Elly Jarvis
you know you should trust your first impressions. i never knew much about psychopaths before i loved my first italian. now i know plenty. Continue Reading
Drowning My Father
by Eric Cline
my father’s eyes
are brimming with anger
as he looks down
at my crotch. Continue Reading
The Night I Died
by Sharon Mertins
Washing up liquid, tent, sneakers, movie soundtracks, beer…
I died last night. I have no recollection of the accident that killed me, if there actually was one, but I died. Of that I’m sure. Continue Reading
from Goth Waitress
by Maggie Millner
Some kind of gravy river
running up me
bringing boats.
Distance is an aphrodisiac:
it makes you ultimate
and soft. Continue Reading
Madame Rose Doesn’t Cry Anymore / Madame Rose Weint Nicht Mehr
by Françoise Cactus
Uh! I’m exhausted. My feet hurt. Off with the tight shoes. They didn’t use to pinch so much. Have my feet grown? Continue Reading
White-wrapped Tree / Chris
by Göksu Kunak
“I should have made myself ready before starting. I should have put my make-up on to be prettier. I should have taken a rest, not keep scrolling down.” His thumb is addicted to a 1 Euro Iphone5. Continue Reading
The Smallest Infiltrator
by Sarah Ricard
A red ant crawls across the windowsill,
a moving drop of blood.
There is violence. Continue Reading
what will you stand for and what will you be silent about?*
by Alexis Pauline Gumbs
a blogger compared them to the buckingham palace guards of old. but that wasn’t quite it. Continue Reading
The Ghost of Cassandra Haunts Richard Nixon
Image © Jane Flett 2016 by Lauren Yates March 7, 2016 “you needn’t be wrong to be called delusional.” – Vaughan Bell i. i have never been one for politics. say “watergate” and I crave salad, not scandal. marshmallow… Continue Reading