by Jeffrey Zable
Upon awakening, I had this hopeless feeling that nothing mattered—
mainly, that my life didn’t matter!
I have awakened with this feeling many times before and have just
made myself push through it—especially when I was working or had
something important to take care of.
by Ainsley Dodson
well my mother?
she was born here
she was born with a hernia
that’s not a metaphor
by Curt Hill
Another cold morning here.
I think of the unhoused,
Where do they go as the temperature
drops and the rains come?
by Mitch Estern
nothing interests me—
not even the dark,
nor the scorching hell,
nor the fields afar.
by Jess Mendes
Today Manuel gave me apricots
and I sliced them up for breakfast.
The sun is less a knife and
more a craving. See?
by Abigail Lee
Read More »wooden beads tangled and tagged
sweet-smelling baby doll with pink dotted brows
Art Deco cat with a bug in one eye
by Sonia Nicholson
at the door leave the dirt the bitter pine out back dear let me hold
your pretty feet on my lap (yes, Pretty) please i don’t mind the cold
by Randall Amster
Read More »almost impossible to hold inside
for another interval of lost light so
you pour some rage all over the page
only to immediately feel the need to clean it up
