Poetry

by Simon Perchik
Image: Maya Bornstein

You read out loud the way this bed
listens for the makeshift seam
loosening each night down the middle Continue Reading →

by Janelle Cordero
Duality @ Janelle Cordero
i woke to birds my eyes / were open and i could still hear them but / this is january and the birds / left our city months ago so / i ask you what’s more real / birds or my thought of birds and you / would of course say birds because / my thoughts are not your thoughts but / to me i cannot choose because / the boundary between my mind and the world makes / less and less sense the more / i pay attention / Continue Reading →

by C.B. Walshak
Image: C.B. Walshak

he had skin so tan it was almost brown
and a ponytail: grey and blond

he was sitting on a bench
while his dog licked its paws
in the restful shade below Continue Reading →

by Cameron Haramia
Image: Rahn Marion

A whole village of Italian chefs as baby
mobile above my crib. One of them,
they might say later, the most mischievous,
stoops down to caress my kindling chin. Continue Reading →

by Trevor Conway
Image: Enda Conway

Now that we take these streets together,
this city buds with fruits to savour.
Before, its bland mysteries
were dense as the voices we heard. Continue Reading →

by Daniela Olszewska
Image: Caitlin Sacks

I’ve got trees. Tiny trees. I wear them in a bracelet.
Everyone comments on how clever I am.
I am not clean. Nuclear energy disgusts me.
My intestines glow in the dark. It’s embarrassing. Continue Reading →

by Chelsea Margaret Bodnar
Image: Devon Christman and Chelsea Margaret Bodnar

After the flood, white caskets poked out from the ground like strange impacted teeth; your face and hands are real, your thoughts placed in your head meticulous by ancient aliens or ghosts. That must be it; the only way that anything makes sense. This one they gave you only ties you down, makes you recite the dictionary backwards. Good witch insists you’re capable of much more than you know, kills you with kindness, tearstained and stuck at the x’s, your hair held back in vines, an old house with tinted windows. An old window, the panes held back in lead, curved out to the street below. Continue Reading →

by Jennifer Skelton
Image: Mistral Celeste Khan-Becerra

Edie Sedgwick’s ghost is crying alone in a corner and all I can do is offer her cigarettes. They aren’t even my cigarettes, but I offer her a few nonetheless. She blows smoke rings and digs her hand into a candy bowl full of powder. We are still. Continue Reading →

by Sophie Blais

Mange ma fille, mange salope !
Le porno c’est comme les films de super-héros, et __
j’ai mis mes tétons dans l’agrafeuse en écoutant
cette pépite, mais puisque tu ne bandes pas
j’me débine. Continue Reading →

by Jane Akweley Odartey
Image: Jane Akweley Odartey

if things happen like thick happenings
can it, adding first the nuts. loads of the nuts.
of course the squirrels are obvious too
obviously fur rabbits to even affect effect Continue Reading →