by J.B. Stone
It’s sixty seconds
to midnight &
you, I, & whoever else
on this lonely rock trapped Continue reading
by J.B. Stone
It’s sixty seconds
to midnight &
you, I, & whoever else
on this lonely rock trapped Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Michael J. Morris
I wrote to you of tusks but never
the rumpled cracks of the grey skin
that protected a calm beast. You wrote
to me about tails, just tails, as if
no body would ever attach to them. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Helena Jiang
Somewhere else:
the mother bear passed a paw across her child’s head,
while informing him of some stories remote,
about how somewhere else, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Abbie Doll
She woke up to a mountain range in her mouth.
Such an awe-inspiring sight caught her by surprise, despite the numbing weight of her still-present drowsiness. She stood there gawking at her reflection, bewildered by the distinctly Himalayan scene sprouting from her mandible crust. A series of jagged, panicky exhalations fogged up the glass, while her minty-mist breath worked to sculpt a pleasant-yet-bleak bathroom atmosphere. The air felt thinner somehow, and the landscape of her mind felt just as clouded, just as inaccessible as the sky-piercing peaks she saw there in the mirror. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
by Richard Schiffman
When he called a month later,
I asked him how he was doing,
and he said, weeks of hell, weeks of hell.
And I nodded, though he couldn’t see me.
No doubt he nodded back (ruefully
I suppose) And that was that. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry