Bus Stop

Phoenix DeSimone   How do you do it? she asked me. Do what? Stay so happy when the world is crumbling around you? I took out my pack of smokes and a few quarters hit the ground. She reached out her bic, flicked it. A bus rolled by and splashed some water on the...

Park

Dale Booton   his mouth was like warm champagne    held me by his tongue and wouldn’t release me until I had released into him   the salted-sweetness he so craved    concealed   behind some bushes    the moon’s night a curtain to the sensitive act of...

Gernika

Ben Nardolilli   This might be it, the end of art and war as partners, where ekphrasis and violence part ways, only the frames of the photographer seem to work in the shadow of this canvas, here paint triumphs one last time and gives way, trying to depict the...

Untitled

slntstrwbrry find me a light and i will show you a million ways to amplify it   slntstrwbrry is a writer from the USA. They have appeared in wingless dreamer, misfit magazine, and ink sweat & tears. They enjoy guacamole, live music, and...

Demiurge

Robert van Vliet   Everything will change into everything else A scattered blossoming of kidneys and stamens across the prairie hemispheres And you think it matters that you are frightened by the shadows on the cave wall Paint your hand so small And how can that...