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by Maggie Wack
I am swollen with genealogies, the past trails behind me like an old dog. There is no breathing room for all the stale souls of my fathers…
by George Sparling
I, Orkney, was a freak. I bounced from rural towns, suburbia and cities, running away from my shame. She only moved in with me out of pity. We sat smoking grass, feeling good I thought, until Dana told me to look in the window. I did, staring at my acne. She finished the joint, got off the couch, and said maybe she’d drop by the next day.
born in solitude, progress young arms passing place flame past sunk menagerie morn blood solidity rich life ...
Here tucked away in the far, back corner of the house where I ...
Not that I am the authority or anything but we were ...
We’ve got a situation & the cock is loaded Bent & ready To ...
Presidential Candidate, Pete McLusty You've given no words aimed towards me unless ...
This echoing ache, laden with your disease; toppling the wall (will ...
Forty years on Yet nothing much has changed For the Masters of ...
Poem in a can Shake it up Spill it out Words Re-arrange them into ...
by: Kellett It's when my revelations Become revolvers, And my thoughts, Become a ...
a small handful of thunder/ that was him/ taking the ...
From the shores of the exiled comes no stranger to herself the ...
Original Artwork by Kevin Reid, please see our poetry category ...
by frozenghost Strong are these dead winds, knelling bells of a frozen, ...
Rebel’s Plaint A death knell sounds orchestrally, bodies shudder, arm-pits leak, fingers twitch. Curse the ...
When I am alone, I question my life. It teases ...
Bob the pimp was calling my hotel room again. She rolled ...
Money is just an excuse. ...
We’ve got a situation & the cock is loaded Bent & ready To ...
sit in the backseat for 7 ½ hours while they argue and ...
Stained glass drips over the roses beneath the statue of your sleeping. Drifting ...
by john sweet or men who dream of missiles, or the women they ...
4 a.m. wandering dark home naked alone bare ...
Beauty Stutters into Sound (three ...
It's kind of like a one way track and you can't stop and ...
I am swollen with genealogies, the past trails behind me like an old ...
There were always 50 reasons and ways to leave a ...
I once soared beyond the pale, well beyond the mundane and ...
The clock strikes two. There is no significance to this other ...
I burning with excess the meaning of the sun escapes extracts the shorn ...
Machine Composing the necessary utilities The damned is on a course ...
Music Review: Pearl Jam "BackSpacer" By: Dan Kellett It seems Pearl Jam ...
by: Petra Whiteley The Hand That Cuts the Scream I. Detonation in the ...
Talk about fucking success! We have some of the best ...
All were sitting on a picnic table when the Camera ...
by Rob Plath a soldier pumped two bullets into yr buttocks for being a ...
I slashed my finger on his razor smile Thin and brutal. Eyes ...
Time: 1937 tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock the calm before... there are ...
Stephen Morse passed away January 16th, 2010 Rest in peace ...
You left a trail of herrings Right into his den The den ...
Editors Pick of the Month Author: Sunil Sharma Title: The Minotaur Paperback: The ...
written by: Symbleyes The sound of gravel underfoot bounces aimlessly off ...
She stands on the front porch, Looks through the moving truck To ...
he stands in a moon beam and stares at me i try to catch ...
the wind is noir: dark, foreign smoking the birds from the ...
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