after Hala Alyan by BEE LB in front of me is the whole horizon. though i know i’ll never touch it,i can’t stop reaching. i have never felt time as acutely as this season. each second a grain of sand, each hour a rockin the river, each day a continuing erosion. two weeks turns intoContinue reading “spoilage”
Category Archives: Poetry
What Guardrails?
by Bobby Parrott Gauzy tails fluke my thought fishinto the nooks of my head-constructand I think, sky. Meanwhile,yesterday’s umbrella flexes spinesat tomorrow’s body of orangesrolling like suns down the secondsto fuse my moldering measureof Cartesian. In snail-shell curvesmy car, like so many cornflakestip the spoon toward my open mouth,and despite the deal I’ve madewith impermanence,Continue reading “What Guardrails?”
Phosphorus
by Charlotte Amelia Poe (preferred name: Poe) you don’t have to believe me –i know i have a lousy track recordlike that time i said i wasn’t going to dieand then i didbut this time i mean it babyi’m going to watch the world burn as i hold your handfucking fireworks on the fourth ofContinue reading “Phosphorus”
death of abstraction
by BEE LB Previously published by fifth wheel press i’ve been dreaming of the world coming to a close.my mind becomes violent when left to itself.the last, the world shaking itself apart, rupturing its spine in order to cleave what isno longer necessary. you understand, i wason the second floor, cowering beneath myself. i watchedContinue reading “death of abstraction”
Psychedelic Laundry
By Bobby Parrott Why do we do this? We don’t know. No one knows. We’re stuck in a Dr. Seuss hardback.We can’t just pop off the page. We’re all in a lockstep sequence, part of a mechanizedsubconscious, puppets of community sneakers. Every family in town lines up thru thesquare leading up the hill where theContinue reading “Psychedelic Laundry”
Etheric Plane
By Jonel Abellanosa In my mind’s deep space. Blood is the song’s vessel. Aware, I let light lead across my circulatory system – a tree to songbirds. Weightless, I draw the sky, echo my will, moon I still don’t see real. Lift in my ribcage, love. I rise higher than crowns, horizon showing the line.Continue reading “Etheric Plane”
Biology of Consciousness
the Akashic Field – bodies of words
brain’s neural networks light …
At a Crosswalk
by Alexander Lazarus Wolff
I saw a man in a dream. His tweed
jacket was threadbare along…
I Dreamt We Went to See Dokken
by Ace Boggess
We stood in line,
noting the band’s name on the marquee.
1980’s pop metal- big hair…
In A Cell
by Ace Boggess
Three times. Same guy, faceless.
Guards kept dragging him off…