June 2025
The Herald of the Endless Ash, etc. by: Christopher Collingwood
The ash sheds in warning –
moments of time torn
in revelation, ambers that
pierce the edges of memory....
moments of time torn
in revelation, ambers that
pierce the edges of memory....
Fried by: Todd Matson
They don’t know
what they’re talking
about when they say
the drugs fried my brain....
what they’re talking
about when they say
the drugs fried my brain....
May 2025
Unfinished Exit by: Claudia Wysocky
I keep thinking
about the time in high school
when you drew
me
a map of the city,
I still have it somewhere.
It was so easy
to get lost
in a place where all the trees
look the same....
about the time in high school
when you drew
me
a map of the city,
I still have it somewhere.
It was so easy
to get lost
in a place where all the trees
look the same....
March 2025
Death Row, etc. by: John Grey
All day long,
in my corner of death row,
I bend over my work,
weaving hemp and jute,...
in my corner of death row,
I bend over my work,
weaving hemp and jute,...
Outlook, etc. by: Jennifer Choi
A person loses their way in an alley where a black dog lies dead, its tongue hanging out.
When two people see the devil in each other's eyes, the spine of a tree snaps.
The sound of rain leads three people to the rooftop & reads them an invitation from death....
When two people see the devil in each other's eyes, the spine of a tree snaps.
The sound of rain leads three people to the rooftop & reads them an invitation from death....
An Offering, etc. by: Spencer Keene
Iron bodies of bulbous cloud
cripple limbs of moonlight,
shuttle through smoke-drenched
skies like grey terrors while....
cripple limbs of moonlight,
shuttle through smoke-drenched
skies like grey terrors while....
3 Really Cute Poems About Mouths by: Peter Gutiérrez
i. Patient Intake
the new arrival’s teeth, she noticed, were arranged
in a kind of herringbone pattern, with the top angled
one way, and the bottom, zagging the other, like forward
and backward typographical slashes; it was not unbecoming,
but still, best not to mention it.....
the new arrival’s teeth, she noticed, were arranged
in a kind of herringbone pattern, with the top angled
one way, and the bottom, zagging the other, like forward
and backward typographical slashes; it was not unbecoming,
but still, best not to mention it.....
The Mad Knotty Piner by: Henry Stimpson
nailed up knotty pine panels
in cabins all over New Hampshire,
I told my little cousin one night
in our dim rented cottage....
in cabins all over New Hampshire,
I told my little cousin one night
in our dim rented cottage....
February 2025
autumn revenant by: Thomas Zimmerman
no matter how i carve
the jack o lantern
cracks your smile.....
the jack o lantern
cracks your smile.....
Hit and Run Veteran by: Anthony Bernstein
Life's dervish frenzy moments
spin at me from all angles,
ultra vivid, out of tune.....
spin at me from all angles,
ultra vivid, out of tune.....
Unfinished Exit by: Claudia Wysocky
I keep thinking
about the time in high school
when you drew
me
a map of the city,
I still have it somewhere.....
about the time in high school
when you drew
me
a map of the city,
I still have it somewhere.....
Rosebush by: Lynn White
Many offered a hand to set me free.
I told them to wear gloves
and to beware of the thorns
hidden amongst the blooms,
ready to penetrate their skin,
but no one heeded my warning.....
I told them to wear gloves
and to beware of the thorns
hidden amongst the blooms,
ready to penetrate their skin,
but no one heeded my warning.....
From The Day I Was Born by: Jeffrey Zable
The milk turns to stone while the multitude of faces look the other way....
January 2025
Terminal by: Sara Eddy
In a stable, belly to earth
position, terminal velocity
of the human body is about
120 mph. A freefly, head
down position offers
speed of around 150-180.
position, terminal velocity
of the human body is about
120 mph. A freefly, head
down position offers
speed of around 150-180.
Voices of the Macabre by: John Ganshaw
Voices of excitement resonate in my ears.
half-hidden grins come to life as you watch them speak,
theatrics emboldening the grim details of maim and death that
they hawk for the world to see.
passion lives in the pain of which they seek,
stories to tell with an unspeakable glee.
half-hidden grins come to life as you watch them speak,
theatrics emboldening the grim details of maim and death that
they hawk for the world to see.
passion lives in the pain of which they seek,
stories to tell with an unspeakable glee.
Into the Night by: Bart Edelman
If you manage to go
Too quietly into the night,
Who knows you’re there?
How does it feel, lost,
Somewhere out among stars,
Unfamiliar with the route.
Too quietly into the night,
Who knows you’re there?
How does it feel, lost,
Somewhere out among stars,
Unfamiliar with the route.
The Pond Where Beauty Went To Die by: Aurynanya
Little white lotus flowers sit upon your sleepy eyelids,
cloaked in leaves, with stems poking from their corners
rooting themselves in your memory-muddied sockets.
cloaked in leaves, with stems poking from their corners
rooting themselves in your memory-muddied sockets.
December 2024
Nightmares of the Future by: R. Elliot Martin
Her scream emerges slowly,
Hands clasped to her face,
The girl in red has has suffered
A tragedy unimaginable.....
Hands clasped to her face,
The girl in red has has suffered
A tragedy unimaginable.....
In The Blink of An Eye by: Jeffrey Zable
The degenerate clouds have metamorphosed in my brain
and as the rain shoots down I remember the many lives
that I wasted while running through the forest of severed branches....
and as the rain shoots down I remember the many lives
that I wasted while running through the forest of severed branches....
The Demon Child by: John Grey
He was such a tiny
red-faced little baby,
with dark eyes, red lips,
and what appeared to be tiny horns
growing out of the side of his head....
red-faced little baby,
with dark eyes, red lips,
and what appeared to be tiny horns
growing out of the side of his head....
The Inky Blackness by: Julie Allyn Johnson
I am not your garden-variety monster.
No animated grotesquerie
staged for Netflix or HBO
but I am a monster nonetheless.
Ruthless, brutal, blood-thirsty.....
No animated grotesquerie
staged for Netflix or HBO
but I am a monster nonetheless.
Ruthless, brutal, blood-thirsty.....
Timor Mortis by: Jack D. Harvey
We make him dress up
hooded cloak, scythe and skull
the Grim Reaper,
put a name to it
sinister slapstick
to cover the skeleton he is.....
hooded cloak, scythe and skull
the Grim Reaper,
put a name to it
sinister slapstick
to cover the skeleton he is.....
November 2024
Leap Year by: Janet Chand
The crimson rose dripped lukewarm blood, as the cooling grayish marbled body lay slumped on the wrought-iron bench....
People by: Justine Engelbrecht
Painted skulls
covered masks
make-up, plasticine...
covered masks
make-up, plasticine...
Hated by: Ethan McGuire
Hungry eyes shift, bloodthirsty, toward
all others who have ichor in their veins.
Tomorrow brings another chance, but why try again?
all others who have ichor in their veins.
Tomorrow brings another chance, but why try again?
Funeral Rites by: Michael Wyndham
After Arseny Tarkovky’s
‘A German machine gunner will shoot me….’
A flu will fly in from the East stuffing my lungs to flatline....
‘A German machine gunner will shoot me….’
A flu will fly in from the East stuffing my lungs to flatline....
Blood Spills Through Time by: Anthony Bernstein
Blood spills through time
eternally it drips
down centuries blind
stalking eons yet ranged....
eternally it drips
down centuries blind
stalking eons yet ranged....
October 2024
The Bad Concrete Hotel by: Graham Buchan
Inward investors afraid for their cash,
tumbledown diplomats ready to dash,
washed up journo’s with stories to tell,
all gathered in the Bad Concrete Hotel.....
tumbledown diplomats ready to dash,
washed up journo’s with stories to tell,
all gathered in the Bad Concrete Hotel.....
A Private Affair by: Lynn White
She chose the quilt colour carefully,
bright red
blood red
so when she lay down
no one would see
her bleed out
emotionally....
bright red
blood red
so when she lay down
no one would see
her bleed out
emotionally....
Doomscroll Suite by: Brian Duran-Fuentes
I want to find the poem
I crossed the deserts for miles
swam the waters at night
browsing places to find
a piece of something to call my own
coming
I am coming.....
I crossed the deserts for miles
swam the waters at night
browsing places to find
a piece of something to call my own
coming
I am coming.....
Drop of blood by: Adriana Rocha
With my last strength,
With my last desire,
With my last breath,
I walked towards
The forest
And called....
With my last desire,
With my last breath,
I walked towards
The forest
And called....
The Fool's Tower by: Tom Barrett
A trek along a wooded trail brings us
to a solitary cottage. We find the writer
in the study among scores of dusty writings
both shelved and strewn upon a marble
tabletop and across the woodblock floor.
to a solitary cottage. We find the writer
in the study among scores of dusty writings
both shelved and strewn upon a marble
tabletop and across the woodblock floor.
Past Poetry
People Will Not Believe, etc. by: Juleigh Howard-Hobson
Humans lack imagination, they see
only what they
expect. Of course this works out well for me.
I sleep all day,
have a pair of sharp fangs, and night vision.
only what they
expect. Of course this works out well for me.
I sleep all day,
have a pair of sharp fangs, and night vision.
Untitled by: Jonathan Gabel
My lighter shinks amongst the cacophony of bugs
that fill the summer twilight
and my lungs inhale
and exhale
to set that tip aglow.
that fill the summer twilight
and my lungs inhale
and exhale
to set that tip aglow.
Faint Flashes/Hallowed Out by: Morgan Chalfant
Faint flashes
Drowning in the midnight ink
Well-intentioned blinking
Behind flytrap lashes
And you’re Venus to me.
Drowning in the midnight ink
Well-intentioned blinking
Behind flytrap lashes
And you’re Venus to me.
God of Sin by: J. Agombar
I cast no judgement upon gender or race, a sly non-discriminate creature of grace
Nothing so vile as a sin, they say, but I linger and lie with those words just in case
They indulge in my lustful desires and bathe, in those tempting waters where nymphs misbehave.
Shrouded by flora and sweet to the taste, I’m a wine that so few are willing to waste....
Nothing so vile as a sin, they say, but I linger and lie with those words just in case
They indulge in my lustful desires and bathe, in those tempting waters where nymphs misbehave.
Shrouded by flora and sweet to the taste, I’m a wine that so few are willing to waste....