Beget By Alex Z. Salinas

Beget By Alex Z. Salinas This is an almost true story. This is an almost untrue story. Money makes miracles. Miracles make money, ocean, the stars. Larvae and straight white teeth. Larry Rios takes off work, works from home. One foot in front of the other. One word after another, description of a face—The Snake-Haired…

My Lady Rests by Eoghan Lyng

My lady rests beside me, breathing in a two tome, forlorn argument before we wore our masters, gently engaging in a foreplay; so say…. the poets, those who write it, who do it, justice, do it just, do the, do the love dance, and I’d rather no other partner, Carol, fair Carol, lie with me,…

Folk Music by Ian Lewis Copestick

Folk Music I’ve been listening to a lot of old folk music recently. The well known ones like the Carter family, and Jimmie Rodgers. Also the more obscure, Dock Boggs, Eck Robertson, or the Carolina Tar Heels. This music was made less than a hundred years ago, but it seems so strange. It feels more…

I Dream Violet & Veruca Are Best Friends by Kristin Garth

    “Veruca Salt: Let’s be friends. Violet Beauregarde: Best friends. [both turn away, obviously hating each other]” Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, 2005 Tim Burton film    Upon a chocolate current, inside  a candied carnation boat, pinafored girls, hands entwined, float.  One in crimson beside one in blue cavort toward fudge fjord, swirled cliffs umber, cashew. The ones who row at perfect pace know swudge1 meadow is the place…

If He Will by Ian Lewis Copestick

If He Will My father is in hospital, recovering from a major operation. They have cut out what was left of his cancer, and it seemed that everything was going well. This morning the doctor discovered that he had got an infection, I’m worried, in fact I’m fucking terrified. I’ve just done something that I…

In the Sun Rain by Liz Davinci

In the Sun Rain: I sat outside watching the birds play Hearing the highway In my mainstay Where I play Earlier today Saw the flowers go to seed Orange tiles warm Beneath my feet Flood the storm That brews with greed With love And with retreat It’s a little Like a riddle Caught in the…

Kilburn by Eoghan Lyng

Kilburn Sometimes, I think of Kilburn; Wrestling the wreath, of an unnamed Tree from Ireland. We clamour to Kilburn, Calling to past ways, pathways, As spirits are tap’d out and sold. And where would you be, Kilburn? Catching the hordes, The Gypsies, the More o’ers Passing their ways, their trades, Their songs “O’er The Fields,”…

Golden Ticket by Kristin Garth

Golden Ticket    Some have a daddy who finds it for them. Some swallow defeat then win on a whim. Some crave competition more than some gum. Some hack computers with algorithms. Some are just lucky on one special day. Decade of dates you thought luck turned away, abandoning you to hunger, decay, were debts…

Poems by Marko Antić

DEVIL We are at the concert. We sit. We drink. Fight broke out. Close by. Kids. The skinheads, metalheads, punks. Local madman approach us. He speaks to me: “I saw the devil, damn ! I saw hiiiim !!! ” “O really? I saw him also, yesterday, when I watched TV news. ” We give him…