by Swapna Sanchita Last year, she told me, “Mia, do you know I can fly?”  Her eyes sparkled, naughtily, full of that …

by Ceinwen Haydon Drizzle and fog will soon give way to ice and snow, or so the forecast says. I walk Ross sands in fre…

Your hand twitched past mine as we walked through the cemetery looking at roses and the future as the doves convened …

DEAR POET Of the 300 or 400 words in your poem I was ‘moved’— for lack of a better word—by one word that you used. The …

by Light Mark At puberty, flowers bloom around a boy's phallus to mark the end of rainbows & cuddle…

by Tommie Nelson IN THE DAYS THAT FOLLOW MY ASCENSION In the days that follow my ascension, I become a  son…

by Ceinwen EC Haydon At the bottom of your bottom kitchen drawer  a dusty, green-marbled fountain pen with …

___ 感：/gan/ perception takes place           when an ax breaks something on the heart 闷: /men/ depressed wh…

___ I tried to make a meal out of the rechauffe my life became so I. I picked a pot whose lid trembles with…

_____ I used to play that old piano in your living room the one that was two hundred years old and had abou…

___ To my mother, a prayer is a brittle thing  that morphs into splinters when it crashes into a faithless hear…

Everyone is a monster: the difference between me and you is how much our hands can close around. And whethe…

THE SPARE PARTS DUMP It’s a charnel house of metal trolled by do-it-yourself mechanics;      a Mustang enthusia…