The Summer of Mourning

by TaneshaNicole is the same summer in which I hear“Orlando” and “Charleston” knowingneither one of these cities were meant to be final resting placesbut both hold stolen spirits. It is the summer of attending two vigils for the same horrorbecause the first one didn’t do the community justice.It is the summer of unrest.The summer ofContinue reading “The Summer of Mourning”

Tomorrow Will Be Beautiful

by Mercedes Lucero A Found Poem from Google’s “America’s Most Misspelled Words” in 2017 by State Today is a vacuum. Today is diarrhea and dilemma and Wisconsinbut somewheretomorrow is hallelujah and hallelujah and people. Tomorrow is surprise. Tomorrow there will be ninety special bananas. I can sense it but I know you think me a liar. I appreciate everything you find suspicious. I really can sense it.Continue reading “Tomorrow Will Be Beautiful”

Demeter Speaks to Persephone After Her Rape

by Melissa Rose Daughter, the end of summer will always be a signal. You will never forget when spring was taken from your skin. Only the smokey smell of the season’s changing. The chill of the place his hands found. It is amazing how the body remembers. Like the trees after a forest fire, youContinue reading “Demeter Speaks to Persephone After Her Rape”

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by Indiana Pehlivanova Morningscoffe-stained fingertips my water-logeed copy of Big Sur how its pages breathe inthe wind with immense appetite sometimes the sun barely creeps outside its hollowit’s only a pinch of earth set ablaze we’re all just bandaids and rain hiccups of radiencehere and there braids of electric wire and orgasm we stop and start like lizardson grave stones if IContinue reading “Untitled”

I AM NOTHING I THOUGHT I’D EVER BE BY NOW (And Have No Idea How I Got Here)

by Paulie Lipman 1.The drugsare too easy to blame It is amazing howforgiving folks arewhen you addmethcocaineyoung stupid tripping so hardmy face was meltinginto my lap to storiesof truly reprehensibleactions It is disturbing howforgiving I can beof myself 2.Heaven andmethamphetamineshare too many syllablesto not be related 20 years old7 years since the inside ofa synagogue and theonly brightContinue reading “I AM NOTHING I THOUGHT I’D EVER BE BY NOW (And Have No Idea How I Got Here)”