Bookstore 5

by Kate

I went into the bookstore today.
You know the one...

Per Diem 4

by prasanna

time stains my hands like turmeric—i...
of it, like ridding it would absolve me of me my...

Sweet Like Mambazha Puttu (1) 2 WIN

by prasanna

of light, of love—twined together by the...
of time, there is little to be said, little to be...

April Corollary 3

by prasanna

Sorrow espaliered across the width of my...
manages to cast light on it. I suppose that...

Mortification 3

by prasanna

The body is a river of grief, and at its mouth—a...
you learn quickly that speaking about the wounds...

Ouroboros 4

by prasanna

April, a month of hunger and renewal, licks my...
with its warmth, drooling rain & snow over me...

Double Yolk 5

by prasanna

Home insisted on grief—an overabundance of never...
consisting of too little, reduced to living in...

The Wound 3

by BOB GALLO

Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...

Reiteration 2

by BOB GALLO

The whole world was only a cell, and your cell was...
It was the freedom...

Colors 2

by Wayne Gates

When I feel dark inside
I wear black to hide...

man vs machine

by godlucifer

a world of man vs a,
world of machine...

Panic Attack

by Stephen

"Don't let the panic win!" I say to myself in a...
Though I'm already panicking so it's clearly a...