As Long As the Ground Below Me Is Soft

by Carabella Sands Replace the rag in my mouth with syrup from the tree you water with gold. The one you won’t share fruit from. The one you water with gold. I cut out my own teeth to taste it. To taste syrup and grow new teeth. To turn my mouth metal. My face metal.Continue reading “As Long As the Ground Below Me Is Soft”

Soliloquy

by Samreen Chhabra I invest in flashbulbslike one wouldin the stock market.Unlike moneythe returns I hope forare rather tranquil. Each bulb that lights upthe non-expanse of my room,illuminates its own designated spaceoften notifying me of details too harsh.These 25-watt-filament-inventionsmake corners beam like centres;turn a night of restinto chandelier dinners. I purge conversation out of myself,WhatContinue reading “Soliloquy”

Thirst

by Corey Qureshi             Be HonestStop fidgeting, breathe slowGet water, smell fridge for chemical smell.Drink water with chemical taste,Dump water, pour another cupDrink water, it’s alrightAvoid chemical fridge food, think about moneyDrink water, stare at hot screensGet high, look at poems             Pay AttentionStop fidgeting, breathe slowGo to drink from empty cup,think about chemical waterDrinkContinue reading “Thirst”