Plum Dandy
by Jennifer Raha Not intrinsically but through misplaced items — a lost scarf, a necklace, a turquoise bracelet. Nothing substantive. She no
Ruse
by Jennifer Raha Like the first Ferris wheel, he pulled me up, looped me like unspooled thread. Like rope. Apothecary, roulette muse. Azure
Delightful
by Shana Genre Sky dark — stars penetrating the black. You meet me out back, your hand soft and damp with sweat; my belly sparks at the tender
Drinking On Our Couch
by Ron Androla Drinking On Our Couch The Television Plays You are a pain in my brain. Wine from eastern Australia Is possible Merlot piss From
Poetry Is Always About Life
by Ron Androla Music is always about life. Painting, Novels, the best films armed with Magic, fur spoons, sculptures of The wind. Is that the
Story of the Modern Man after the Accident that is now His Life
by Jefferson Navicky I’ve cussed myself into a concussion, and I can no longer speak, only write the dumbest words, like ‘frog” and “cup” and