Mare Serenitatis
I am jealous of the moon
I long for her clean serenity
cool and blue-white
her daily self erasure Continue reading “KD FISHER”
KD FISHER
ROBBIE B
(if i were to write in honor of Kathy A this would be where i would say so)
I am fourteen and I am filling up the water bowl.
I am taking off my shirt. Continue reading “ROBBIE B”
XINGYU CHEN
When the Door Opens Again
On the day I was released, everyone gave me a hug. To some extent, we did our time together, including an elder lady who recently lost her lifetime spouse, a firefighter bothered by extreme stress, a teenage girl who was haunted by nightmare of drugs, and a former gang member escorted by the Police on the same afternoon that I was admitted in the same hospital. Continue reading “XINGYU CHEN”
A Modern Day Slave
A Modern Day Slave
by Edward Walter
A mature man cannot have too much remorse without seeing his life shortened in a manner that no longer enables him to observe his kind. A human being rests sociable, the sound of exchanges between others remains a necessity in spite of the pain that any implication engenders. Suffering, chains, and ‘protocols’ are experienced as a violent slap of the soul, bruising the spirit, an injury of the awakened conscience. Continue reading “A Modern Day Slave”
Stephanie Parwulski
Afraid to Fly
I have a song
that I’m not quite ready to sing.
I have a flight to make
with a broken wing. Continue reading “Stephanie Parwulski”
Feminem
Faggots Dream in Blood Glitter
I bag chicks like groceries
although in Cali bags ain’t free no more
like turn your chick to yellow m n m’s how my nuts inside her Continue reading “Feminem”
Kathleen Bryce Niles-Overton
A Trickery of Witches
She was my nemesis.
A freight train of a woman Continue reading “Kathleen Bryce Niles-Overton”
The Other Half
Psychiatrists and social workers had already decided before I was born that I was going to be a mental patient. Continue reading “The Other Half”
Celeste Castro
The Mother Issue
The Mother Issue is a fore work collection, memories of my mother from when I was a kid.
Strange Salsa
Glazed
Ice Dancing, That’d be my Sport
Mommy’s Dearests Continue reading “Celeste Castro”
Madwomen in the Attic 