Attestation by Helen Ward

I do not remember whereThe small town detectiveSat down with meTo take my statement These are the kinds of memoriesOur brains just can't hold on toThough, I do...

Three Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Blonde Hair Hides as much as Killed Stories No one comes over and you imagine yourself some squeaky clean museumwith the floors waxed nightly out of their less...

Three Poems by Dwayne Lawson-Brown

The Thing about Mornings I’ll never forget We slept Splayed on memorial benches

Two Poems by Jacquelyn Bengfort

Sea Monster A secret: all the oceans are one oceanAnd the ocean looks the same everywhere.Nevertheless, let us praise the...

Two Poems by Mike Maggio

Neoplasm Sounds like an art movement --Neoclassicism, for example. But this is no art form.This is a biosphere of portentous possibilities. Tubular, twistedand prickly papilla what sculpted youinto these neon lesions? what...