Sailor Girl
by H. D. Brown Sailor Girl for J. J. He could make them dance the shitty sailor girl tattoos pricked into his forearms over months of
Sailor Art
by H. D. Brown the scrimshaw scratchings covering grandpa Schmidt weren’t the patterned sailor tattoos that cover these college girls Captain
This is What the Wound Does
by Florence Weinberger You slow you live your life on a molecular level each joule of pain enhanced like nerve endings through the lens of a
Makes Sense
by Florence Weinberger The poet admits it herself, her poem makes no sense, she says it might have started with the death of my salamander, whose
Stars like sentinels stand by
by Oz Hardwick The moon is heavy tonight, plump and livid, barely clearing the black ground. Blind and bloodshot, it eyes nothing.
Running Man
by Oz Hardwick Running Man Prague, Warsaw, Leipzig There he is, black–clad, blurred face contorted, chaos in his eyes before the