Pomegranate by Ian Lewis Copestick

I think, cringing of when I was at school, early teens, thinking I was the next Joe Strummer. A few short years later wishing I was ” On The Road ” really, I was barely able to cross it. Next, a virginal Henry Miller fan. Well, I guess I wasn’t the first one of those….

A Magical Time by Ian Lewis Copestick

I’m sitting here and thinking of when I wrote my first few poems. It was a magical time.  It was a cold, cold winter and I was working nine and a half hour night shifts in a cardboard box factory. It took me over an hour to get there, and the same to get back….

Three Poems From Stephen J. Golds

The way the blood feels on my fingers I forget how long It’s been sometimes, Darling.   The last time I saw you you fled into an empty night screaming at me you were going to throw yourself from the top of an apartment building. We had both laughed but our laughs were different then,…

GOODBYE BABY BLUE by Eoghan Lyng

GOODBYE BABY BLUE By Eoghan Lyng   I laughed at your jokes in times of doubt, My wallet your friend when down and out. But yet you care not for my stances, Favouring idealistic, false romances. Can you not see behind your lies? The truth has made you paralysed. Speed jive and petrified, There is…

Nurse by John Patrick Robbins

Nurse He had started drinking early and largely hadn’t slowed down aside for the occasional trip to the bathroom to either take a piss or puke. They all viewed him as a hardship case . His wife had left and took the kid . His fridge was empty minus some yuppie IPA beer she had…

Arrive, Accomplice by Kristin Garth

Arrive, Accomplice   Dozens before you, bows in their hair, are lifted there, a feathered carriage ride to who knows where. Strain to stare until their eyelashes tangle tight, fight formaldehyde of perpetual night. Two, you served it in cups of tea, a hazy sensibility you lack reclining against its velvet upholstery. This avian belly…

A Fistful Of Poems from Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Throwing Shade   He says it is nothing like discus. Kind of like the javelin and less like medicine balls.   This one who talks like he competed in the Olympics.   A red Gold’s Gym muscle shirt to show off his veiny arms.   Making his pecs bounce around whenever the young girls from…

Coronavirus by Ian Lewis Copestick

Coronavirus Covid-19 There, have I got your attention now ? If you are reading this in the future, and there are people still here then I am right, and it’s a massive overreaction. If I am wrong it doesn’t matter anyway. I’ve already lived through swine flu bird flu, mad cow disease, AIDS, the fear…

Hide by Alex Z. Salinas

Hide By Alex Z. Salinas There was once a writer who killed so many folks in his stories that he got the idea to try it himself. He was a paranoid type so it took him months of planning. He accomplished his task; cleanup was a doozy. Beyond that I can’t say more. He discovered…

Everyone Terrible Once Was A Child by Kristin Garth

Everyone Terrible Once Was A Child   Born as fog evaporated to sun three minutes after an unluckier one — brother lifted into shadow, dun, window, obscured maiden oaks, Douglas firs. Someday two doppelgängers run. Breathless the eldest, never more alive, infant no one expected to thrive is relentless years hence, escorted by crows, descendent…