thank you note to mother planet goddess gaia thank you for having us here thanks for having me here on your place birthing our asses on your beautiful planet thanks thank you for all you do for us and more please tell the stars I’m sorry sorry for the pollution and confusions the stupids, the […]
Read more "5 poems by AVA BIRD"Miscommunication It was evident by how voraciously she unbuttoned my button and unzipped my zipper that she had not understood what I had meant when I had said I only wanted a Platonic relationship. ~~~ Intimidation You don’t soon forget when you walk into your boss’s office and spot a shrunken head resting on his […]
Read more "4 poems by Wolfgang Wright"A Warning Label for Life Drowsy amid dawn, I brush my teeth and shower with city-issued disinfection byproducts that may cause cancer. Abluted in the chromium-6, lead, and other contaminants, I call myself clean. Soft scrambled eggs go down my gullet with their heavy metals, toasted and buttered carcinogens soon follow. Water sends a vitamin […]
Read more "A WARNING LABEL FOR LIFE ~ BOB MCNEIL"Susan Melinda Morée is grateful to have received a grant from New Mexico Writers to research the journey of Asha, a Mexican gray wolf who pushed past the boundary set for the endangered species. Wolf + Mythologies is the result of that research. Below you will find some excerpts from Wolf + Mythologies. You can […]
Read more "SCENES FROM WOLF+MYTHOLOGIES BY SUSAN MELINDA MORÉE"Drinking Coffee Alone People I have loved keep dying. They lull you into a sense of reassuring permanence then stop showing up, chatting, breathing, being. I accept no blame, never said anything overly offensive and intend to be here indefinitely. But it’s not easy to replace the quitters. Other people already have their quota of […]
Read more "Drinking Coffee Alone ~ Allan Lake"Moonphase The moon, with its unblemished predator eyes, hunts for the human heart. I steal four drifting poems— Your moonlit body floats in through the perfumed window of the sky. I. Jazz of endless desire plays at the pinnacle of the air. The world sways, unravels itself, Bubbles rise, hover, burst. The skeleton of a […]
Read more "2 POEMS by Sabyasachi Roy"
Cacti Fur 