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King Acid, by Patrick King

King Acid, by Patrick King

And then there was King Acid. He was like Johnny in The Wild One. What was he rebelling against? “Whadda ya got?” King Acid a whirligig of energy, of sadness, of liberation. I met him in June 1998 at a little apartment party. I was […]

Recipe/Ransom Note, by Julia Horwitz

Recipe/Ransom Note, by Julia Horwitz

window closed its lips and you walked in (silence, dust, powdered sugar, cinnamon, tbsp. of warm milk) brand new freckle push-pinned into my neck Suddenly, I could fall asleep in the back seat feel clean just by licking each of your fingers I swore I’d […]

The Rawest Shit You Ever Did Eat, by Ben John Smith

The Rawest Shit You Ever Did Eat, by Ben John Smith

Like boxers Who like hugs. Bears in trash cans, finding a cheeseburger. A feast The end of ink in a pen A bricklayer laying 500 bricks a day For 60 cents a brick A woman saving straws wrapped in paper For her grand kids. Kids […]

Moonlight, by J. Newell

Moonlight, by J. Newell

May 1, 1632 I undid the tie on my bonnet, skipping through yellow reeds long enough to tickle my chin. There was a cool breeze in the air, promises of fall, that lifted tresses of my brown, waved hair. My mother had never let me […]

Heavy Breathing, by J.J. Campbell

Heavy Breathing, by J.J. Campbell

the phone rang just as i started to masturbate this afternoon the guy trying to get me to switch my long distance didn’t appreciate all the heavy breathing i didn’t exactly care for his high pitch southern drawl either

Trash, by Kelly Grieve

Trash, by Kelly Grieve

He’s loving and he cares So much. How does he care One second like that and then Snap he’s out He’s created a love inside Himself that I have no part of I’m a teddy bear, soulless and Crammed full of fluff Snoring away at […]

The Upsell Artist, By Frank Mundo

The Upsell Artist, By Frank Mundo

I read somewhere once that, on average, a man thinks about sex every seven seconds. That means, in the sixty seconds it took me to pay her, I thought about it at least eight times. Once was the white blob of mayonnaise on her green […]

Glaciers, By Cassandra Cervi

Glaciers, By Cassandra Cervi

(an experimental poem: drawn from Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-5, and Hemingway’s Hills Like White Elephants) All this happened, more or less. The Lord rained brimstone and fire upon Sodom and Gomorrah. Only stones remained. Like the moon. The line of hills, they were white in the […]

The Red Lemon, by Elizabeth Cunningham

The Red Lemon, by Elizabeth Cunningham

You’re finally awake. Black mold adorns the edges of your worn shoes. Hardened intestines litter the damp cement floor. There’s a pale hand next to you, with its fingers still curled around a light yellow eyeball. Your mind is still wondering if this is a […]

Looking For A Ride Nowhere, by Scott Wozniak

Looking For A Ride Nowhere, by Scott Wozniak

She had the devil in her eyes and smelled like Orchids. She was the perfect combination of crazy and jaded that tugs on the strings of my sickness. To every question she asked I gave the wrong answer. For once I was happy not to […]



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