Words by Donna Dallas
​Image by Gretchen Gales

​Put the cell phone down I’m lost in time      mad as a loon I want out
of traditional suits        out of perfectly made beds with satin sheets that wrap my deadness
the world is slithering from me         I slink into the oblivion of yesterday
then ooze out to siphon Vicodin and Valium a la carte 

By Brandon Marlon

​With flint and tinder to kindle,
we spark a blaze red-yellow-blue
as night bedims and outlays 
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By Luna Lark
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By Amy Baskin

gal in line at the CVS
so proud of her pedicure
prances about posing on her toes
pleased they’re themed
to match her ankle tattoos
of triquetras and Hecate’s Circle

By Luna Lark
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By Julia Hatch

By Dalila Pasotti

By Adreyo Sen

Any given space, when you cannot see beyond it, suggests a infinity of possibilities.
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By Donna Dallas

​3:46 a.m. I’m fighting demons
alone
I stare out into
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​By Thomas Piekarski

​Although Love often pops up from
nowhere, its origins unknown, it is
a powerful force, deflator of evils.