by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Richard Porter You worry. Rest assured, I’m fine. If my verse chills from time to time, seems colder still between the lines, and ices over in harsh rhyme, it does not indicate my state. Beneath the frost my warmth remains, but in my absence you conflate my...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Carrie Penrod Sometimes, I wish I could be born again. Not like a born-again Christian, or a born-again virgin. Because this isn’t living, this thing that I’m doing. It’s surviving–– or, trying to survive, trying to put the pieces back together so I don’t...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Abby Leigh Mangel oh no oh god i can’t breathe i think it’s a heart attack mom don’t leave don’t leave it hurts so bad you can’t believe now it’s all flooding back oh no oh god i can’t breathe i can’t see anything above or beneath it’s like everything is black...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Edward Michael Supranowicz The Devil is a drama queen, Likes violence Boom boom bang bang quick And blood and guts bloody flashy, And the aftermath Slow motion freeze frame agony. The Devil is a song and dance man, Has the Seven Deadlies As his Seven Muses, And...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Robert van Vliet Two poems - Wine Cellar Robert van Vliet is a poet, designer, and teacher who lives in Minneapolis. His poems have appeared in The Sixth Chamber Review, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Eunoia Review, Cool Rock Repository, Otoliths, and...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Marilee Pritchard Two a.m. splicing through a reel of dreams, my phone demanding answers when I had only questions. I heard my sister screaming—something about the police, a gun going off Is he dead? Suburban pilgrims journey to Chicago. Pale fishes paddle down...
