My Beliefs by Ian Lewis Copestick

Maybe I’ve just got too much Time on my hands, but I’ve Been thinking a lot just lately About my beliefs, my moral Centre, and where such things Come from. I’ve realised that I’m definitely Not religious, I don’t subscribe To any organised religion. I don’t need a middleman to Tell me what I should…

On The Morning of Jeffrey Epstein’s Death by Kristin Garth

I’m mourning in a coffee shop not some billionaire pedophile but once again myself — how essential this becomes to mental health, the remembering when I was someone else — small enough to be controlled, cajoled — processing 46 years old, Saturdays in coffee shops, chai tea complimentary cake pops, quite often tears I hope…

Days, Both Bad And Good by Ian Lewis Copestick

These are the bad days When life just seems A pointless interlude Between birth and death. Devoid of purpose or Meaning. Just years of Pain between our two Experiences of the void. You wonder why it’s Even here at all. But there are also The good days When such thoughts Never enter your head. When…

4 Poems by Jon Bennett

Tight Rope “Is it your birthday?” says the drunk lady The little girl might speak English but her mother doesn’t, all she knows is the wino following them is scary “How old is she?” says the drunk, “I used to have a daughter.” The mother tugs her daughter’s arm the birthday balloon trailing after them…

A Change In Platforms by John Patrick Robbins

One day the rich will get tired of having to view the poor.  And in turn build large platforms over decaying cities to totally block them from view. So they won’t have to share the sun and can literally piss upon the poor.  They will never have to think of those less fortunate and the…

Aims And Achievements by Ian Lewis Copestick

Next month I will be 47 years old, and I think It’s fair to say that I’m over half way Down the path of life. I can’t see myself Receiving a telegram From the Queen, Or King celebrating My centenary. At this time of life It’s only natural That you should Find yourself Questioning your…

6 From Melanie Browne

Things heard or imagined at  Inner Space Caverns Underneath I-35 we watch our tour guide point a special laser at the cave walls, she writes her name and draws a loop, the lines stay for a few seconds and then disappear, We stare at the ceiling at the hole where they found the cave in…

Tinder Hearted Holidays by John Patrick Robbins

The man in the mirror was one harsh looking son of a bitch.   And after a particularly bad spell of praying to the porcelain God he questioned why the hell he kept doing this to himself.   It was the fourth of July and Frank had learned to loathe the day. It was a…

3 Poems by Dane Smith

I ACHE I ache. Headache from cheap wine,arms hurt frompushing myself up time and again,back spasmsfrom fucking heragainst the wall,her legs wrappedaround my back,arms tight about my necklike I was life itselfshe was holding onto. These are my pains.Not so terrible,not so bad that I will refuse to existnot so cruelthat I cannot laugh at tender-heartedassholes who want to change me.A…