1. “I confused today with last week. Who did we lose?” 2. Write about your fist fight with God. Who will win? 3. Write an article from...

I can feel the sooty soil rolling down my crooked spine. There are a million tiny particles contributing in its filthy composition, each...

I. Cranberry cranberry Van nearby hands of god— Given Ron Livingston Wrong bitters, gone with his sled, Bong giving head. II. Honored,...

the darkness begins beyond the horizon forming a choppy skyline beneath your lash line upon blinking the singular cilium parading as a...

my God is not a man in my mind He can’t be anything. for i can’t comprehend what would lie at that edge of Knowing could forgiveness not...

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this swollen september grazing against hurriedness and possession. walking past half-gnawed apples made my stomach bright with nostalgia....

I hold no ill will towards my thirteen doppelgängers. Their minimal existence is a piece of me now, Each another collected story this...

baby angel teeth bath tiles shiny and stacked in a row inside a velvet-lined silver tin with a name engraved on the top the...

catching a robin as a promise (a birthday in may is so fortunate) a small porcelain face presses through the stained orange slats of a...

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring heavy pebbles, paper wasp, upstream the...

Asterion (the starry one) lays on the sand-gritted floor of the third room along the fourth southwestern corridor of his labyrinth and he...

In her dreams, she told him he died in his sleep. She dreamt of presenting him with his death. A veiled reaper in his kitchen imparted...

I’m one southern motherfucker All brokeback and broken teeth, Spitshine and jagged mouth— I whip-crack the sun at breakfast, hoe, I...

Do Immortals dream of golden sheep? I like to think they crave their sleep. That brief stretch of darkness and breath Is the closest an...

Reverberating voices down the hall and the emphatic resentment of an elevator’s ascent. It’s like they know we’re around. Dreams of...

I. tissue an ivory start, a deep golden lock of hair and a magnifying glass. items only seen in a mirror that bends at will— an opening....

Break out of a prison Enter a new prison Break out of that one Enter a new prison Break out of that one Enter a new prison Break out of...

I was sick, so sick, but there was no changing the lust in the eyes feeding on my face. The language of flowers and frigid bathwater was...

and you’ve fallen far enough to be writing poetry that’s how you know there’s something wrong when the feelings are too big for capital...