Walking Down St. Michael’s Hill After Seeing You For The Last Time by Karina Longo
a medicine against / closed curtains
Je Me Souviens and 1 more by Trevor Jones
Pies were a part of this sign language.
The Gift for The Weakest by Shawn Scott Smith
Trying to comprehend the pleasure and pain,
Of the fox and boar,
Who had no sympathy for…
food for though and 3 more by jenkin benson
eschew the eastside hubbellsores
deflated santas tirefacturers
Finn McCool’s Wife by Mark Parsons
the magma becoming
mama,
who feeds infant Finn
THE HEXAPODIC EXOSKELETONS FROM HELL by Steen W. Rasmussen
Unperturbed, he is,
by the presence of the Queen of Sevenia—who,
no longer seven‑legged on account of…
The Son of Vulcan by James Callan
The darkest of evil has no lineage; no mother from whom to wean, no sire…
Preposterously Bad Poem by Professor Stout (writing as Mr. Heustis)
One of the more celebrated poems from Professor Stout’s second Jabs & Donner volume I…
I literally spoilt the vanilla each time offered to me by Jayanta Bhaumik
there was no wall, no bar, so I found Dino
like all find some day
Pebbles with opened bodies and 2 more visual poems by Laszlo Aranyi
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, visual poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary.
Tanizaki Soup Song by Parker Galloway
i’m lost in contemplation
soup, it’s les murmures, les chuchetemenz
IN THE AFTERMATH OF FINDING SEA HORSE FOSSILS by Shrutidhora P Mohor
Last April when I checked into room 14 on the first floor as usual, dad…
