Three Poems By Brian J. Alvarado
future sight traded away with haste and rare candies to bring you growth returned with two toes towards the future […]
Mr Wimpy Stood on My Foot and Taylor Wimpey Took Away Our Meadow
I remember nineteen eighty-three,my fifth birthday.We were all having a pretty fine time at Wimpy’suntil the proprietor,a giant of a […]
A Red, Red Pokeball
My love is like a red, red pokeballThat’s newly spun in JulyMy love is like the lure moduleThat’s sweetly played […]
When a Man is Like Don Draper
“That poor girl. She doesn’t know that loving you is the worst way to get to you.” – Betty Francis […]
Two Poems By Courtenay S. Gray
beauty in the world After American Beauty (1999) we talk about life as we talk about death, with a fondness […]
The Fall of Phaeton, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Watch Jeff Bezos Launch into Space
There is beauty in failing: the rested arch of Phaeton’s body in Ruben’s masterpiece seems to slip from his chariot […]
Natasha Romanoff Died Because She Had No Kids or Spouse
and somehow the fact that two men wrote the Endgame screenplay confirms it, because of course they’d give a man […]
The Gospel of Shawshank
For Jesus to appear we require three entities – a female, a male and an ambiguous Even here, it were […]
Unrequited Follow on a #writerslift
I thought you’d click the little button. I didn’t think we needed to read all each other’s stuff, message back […]
Two Poems By Christine Naprava
Ode to Trevor Philips Why would anyone want to play any character other than Trevor Philips in GTA? It’s a […]
Two Poems By Nicole Oquendo
Squall, InterstitialFor this conjure, gather one measure of a wide gunblade’s swing, the creaking open of an orphanage gate, and […]
great white
Sara Matson’s poetry can be found in Bone Bouquet, DATABLEED, Pulp Poets Press, and elsewhere. Sara’s chapbook, electric grandma is available from Another New Calligraphy and […]
He’s the Geezer who says “Jurassic Park!” when he’s asked about his team winning at the weekend. No-one has ever thought to ask why. Or of any of the things he needs to be asked, come to that
So, we ask Bill what he thought of Saturday’s game and he says, “Jurassic Park!” And tells us he’s over […]
Wind’s Howling
She’s outside, my bae—my boo— waiting, while I’m inside with you. The candles are lit and we share knowing nods. […]
Two Poems By Richard LeDue
One for Raymond Louis Heenan I hated him when I was kid, how he convinced Andre to turn on Hogan, […]
DRESSED FOR STRESS
There’s a pink and purple tie-dye dress at PetSmart. In a small size. For little dogs. Perfect for my petite […]