The Numerous Crucifixions of One Man One Lamb of a Man Often let his body’s aspects reset Into whatever the biased And calloused despised. Sometimes the changes Were ethnical, Racial or sexual. Many thought The Lamb of a Man was harmful. Bearing RED hatefulness, WHITE supremacists Had a drought in their BLUE eyes When they […]
Read more "The Numerous Crucifixions of One Man ~ Bob MCNEIL"War. War. I think of it often, dream of it even, the honor, the stories of men who gave up their tomorrows, so that others could keep theirs. But then reality sets in and the horror shines through. How saving a life is easy, but taking one is so much easier. War. Brothers in arms, […]
Read more "A WAR POEM WRITTEN BY A 17 YEAR OLD WHO IS ONE HIGH SCHOOL SEMESTER AWAY FROM GOING TO MARINE BOOT CAMP"Walking on Bloody soil Pt. I History has shown us one thing,The one who rules, is the one who one.War’s past, present and future,Only has one outcome, survivals of Death.Tainted grounds, roads, animals and nature,Discarded, cause not a single person cared! Walking on Bloody soil Pt. II Not one human being cared about their environment,Nor […]
Read more "2 poems by LEOTIS HARGROVE"Grave What I’m Talking About When I Talk About Home The neighbor’s water sprinklers go off synched to my bladder at four am and I muscle memory my uncounted steps from four- blanket cocoon to streetlamp-lit bathroom as mattress-groans signal my partner turns in preparation anticipation expectation to pull me in when I sink back […]
Read more "2 POEMS by Amy Marques"Once Told Once I told my partner that I do my best writing under the cover of night, because the twinkling stars shining through my bedroom window, straining to be seen against suburban streetlights, were there to cheer me on. In truth, it’s the only time I have to ruminate on everything I’ve ever said, […]
Read more "3 poems by Ashley Haberberger"The Parasite My hand isn’t mine. It keeps trying to hurt me. I was able to live with it, keeping the limb numb with mountains of meds. Until today. Now, I lay on the ground, with its fingers wrapped around a serrated steak knife. Pierce, stab, over and over, slowly tearing through the layers of […]
Read more "horror flash by Cristian: a teenager in south central new mexico"You Called It Amateur You sat at the end of the long table, spine slouched in triumph, flicking through the workshop packet like it was catalog junk mail— and when you landed on her poem, the one about the jar of buttons she found in her dead mother’s drawer, you smiled that lazy, sideways smile, […]
Read more "JEFF TOBIN ~ You Called It Amateur"Ode to Garlic Humble architect of appetite, builder of feasts, your essence expanding in the heat of the frying pan, melting into the broth or browning in rich olive oil where you will be added to the onions, zucchini, tomatoes, and paprika—neither too soon, nor too late, a ghost wafting from the kitchen, a whisper […]
Read more "ROSE MARY BOEHM ~ ODE TO GARLIC"IT’S TIME By Jenniffer Seward and Jessica Free It was close to midnight. Barely a sliver of moonlight peeked out through the clouds. Footsteps pounded on the cracked pavement ascending the rocky path toward the cemetery. As the footsteps approached the rusty wrought iron fence, dark shapes could be made out of the shadows as […]
Read more "IT’S TIME — HORROR FLASH BY 2 TEENS IN SOUTH CENTRAL NEW MEXICO"Reflection When I was in the hospital I was five years old and With another little girl Next door We talked And laughed Just knowing She was there I felt better My mother says I had a private room But there may have been a mirror
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