The Foreigner – Isabella Esser-Munera

    There is the tall, heavy wood door.   There is the slanted overhang above it. The sound the door makes as it closes.   The open foyer. A ledge covering a row of shoes.   There are the silk Japanese  scrolls, glistening down the hall. The delicate, painted women. Fine threaded flowers.   […]

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Two Poems – Brad Liening

Black Circle   Death-World is the last and best theme park of them all sit on the black merry-go-round the black tea cups win a black balloon the haunted house is actually not very scary but it is pretty dark in there oh yeah the black roller- coaster is really intense the line lasts forever […]

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GHOST WITH A PARENTHETICAL G – No Glykon

Four rows from the screen, four seats in was Sibyl join Vivian at her favorite dine-in theater. It focused on melty, drippy, sludgy, slimy films, served dishes with names like The Crystal Age and The Tender and The Failure Clinic and The Glowing. Sibyl stopped reading, handed the menu to Vivian. Hmm and umm was […]

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Three Poems – CJ Miles

An Outbreak of Discernable Difference There is a picture of us I never took. In it you are sitting in an empty tub, dressed in silkworms, as the scent of rum seeps down the drain. Blood is in the soil of yesterday & it is here again today, too. When I forget where you are, I will forget I […]

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