Pressed by Alex Z Salinas

If this fire ant had its way, It’d smash this window and pry me open.   Can’t blame it—separated from Swarm and nowhere to fly,   Everywhere starving and Stark raving mad,   You’d crush the giant’s face with Black eyes tracking delirium,   Watching you thrash As he sips coffee on the other side….

A Fire Escape Back Down to Gravity by Ryan Quinn Flanagan.

If you can’t stand the length of professional basketball, the width of sumo wrestling from video game Japan will confound you, leave you sucking back Vietnam-era defoliants in the dark looking for game show door prizes behind smudged crybaby peep holes that claim to have called the cops and there is no reason to disbelieve…

How Many Does It Take To Burn A Teenage Girl? by Kristin Garth

How Many Does It Take To Burn A Teenage Girl?   for Nusrat Rafi   How many does it take to burn a teen- age girl? Bangladesh, sixteen are sentenced to die — as trial unfurls, new villains seen, unsentenced, your tragedy. For instance, the cop who leaked it to TV, victim statement of what…

Just The Seagulls by John Patrick Robbins

I found myself burnt out as always alone on the beach . Why the hell was I drawn here , I cannot say . Maybe I was a junkie for the pain, maybe I just was unoriginal . And maybe it just reminded me of you . Either way I was here blown out of…

The Tears Of The Tiger by Ian Lewis Copestick

Sorrow comes like the tears of the tiger, Unstoppable like Niagara Falls. I am as hopeless as the Third Reich, Marching on towards Stalingrad. Or as sad as a puppy bought for Xmas That gets dumped on Boxing day. Everything in my life is going wrong And there’s nothing I can do to stop it….

IN MY NEXT 30 YEARS BY MARVIN NORTHCUTT

I received a letter today that hit me harder than I have ever been hit. On a basketball court On a football field By dear Mama In the street Mr Marvin Northcutt we are pleased to announce, enclosed is your official card from the AARP. I felt faint I felt incontinent They don’t just pass…

Three Poems by Ahmad Al-Khatat

The Drunk Poem  I am the drunk poem without rhymes the bartender asks how I am still surviving I tell him that I never listen to my heart but I hear to the voice of my loneliness I talk less about my miserable life but when I am drunk, I colour the darkness and ignore…

Two Poems by Eliana Vanessa

birthday suit   bobby pins falling all over the floor— you’d pulled them out, one by one, with your teeth, jokingly asking, how many more of these, Sugar?   that’s when i shook my wild locks free, losing the nude dress too, to what felt like the arms of winter, daring me to go skinny-dipping,…

Five Poems by Giovanni Mangiante

The world as a rusty playground   It isn’t just the dishwashers or the laundry ladies, the janitors, or the warehouse workers. I’ve seen and met with lawyers that are as well huddling on their beds trying to get warm under thin dirty bed sheets with no money to pay the rent and with no…

Behind The Shops by Ian Lewis Copestick

I walk the graffitied, dead-end streets Behind the shops, where the drug kids meet To drink weak beer, and smoke super-strength weed There are no jobs, so they sell drugs Tiny pieces of crack and smack to the mugs Whose lives are  sadly, totally controlled by need I go to the shop for cigarettes The…