The Wilderness | Joshua Nicholson

Rose bushes creep onto my pathand tend to keep me from my way.The forest preys on my dismayand keeps me … More

there were three kids once | Jenna Zaidan

the first was the boythe heirhe escaped his pain through the bottom of a bottlealways slamming the shot glass down … More

Out there is a dog. I have not met him and I will not. The rough drag of his tongue … More

what i’m telling you is true my great grandmother was an american spy straight from the warfront of world war … More

You slipped through my fingersbefore I rememberedto want to hold on. And we have fallen so far backthat we made … More

An endless march down the ash-blackened valleyNerves shot with the beat of every drumOne by one, our friends fallBuckling under … More

I cannot do anything else. It follows me home, fluffs my pillow at night. It waits behind me as I … More

you’ve got thick skindifficult to peel offglued to your insidesa wrong moveand a limb is torninto twobut if I’m nicesmooth … More

(Inspired by and sung in the same tune as the French sea shanty, “Santiano” (derived from “Santiana” by the Mexican … More

Splayed in my miserable bed, I try vainly to hum you back to life.An amber moon descends the stairs now, … More