poem by John Grey
A Pessimist’s Summer The trees are fully-formed, roots below,
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A Pessimist’s Summer The trees are fully-formed, roots below,
The Fragile Sound of Objects translated from Persian by the author A cracked glass has hidden the trembling of lips from grief many times; so much so
Found among Erwin Schrödinger’s papers after his death I Poetry can be in black and white and yet not be black and white.
Big letter 1 snakes scratch feet
Virgin brides and tennis players Corpses always dress in white like virgin brides and tennis players
by Mali Rudran The First Sorry At 6:12 a.m. on an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday, the city apologized. It began with a single traffic light at the intersection of Nicholson and Victoria. As the lights cycled from red to green, the pedestrian signal emitted a soft chime and then, in a tone halfway between a […]
by Lance Mazmanian Black Bat Rainbow The small black bat flew a bouncy into Annie’s Bakery, a canvas bag the size of a large donut tied to its left leg.
by Salami Femi Fly away “Bro, Liverpool would win tonight’s game o….”, Ife said. “We are the better team.”
The she-pirate in the tavern II /11/ The fervent tavern was full of graceful mice. They ran around and they were as charm-like ghosts.
by Jonathan Ferrini Every day at three o’clock as the afternoon sun fought through the dusty windows and the high school down the street let out, a teenage girl would slip quietly into the boutique. She never spoke, never bought anything, just wandered to the same rack and lingered over a particular black dress. Minerva […]