Avril Joy

      Aztec Love Song for Uprooted Flowers I carry them to your house on my back, uprooted flowers. I am bent double with the weight of them, of women torn from the soil, their roots mud stem and sepal crushed I carry them. I carry their scent, the...

Tristan Moss

      Origins She would not have the mini bag of Haribo, even though she loves them, because they had been handed out in her classroom for the birthday of a boy she did not like. She’s going to hold grudges which eventually will hurt her, or hold the...

Harriet Jae

      Bid for Freedom If I could gain the freedom of my mind, my God! I’d map its streets out like a town and then explore those alleyways that wind that never could be charted or pinned down. I’d race full tilt to scale its highest towers then leaping...

Clementine E. Burnley

      Because we have few means, of dealing with the night, a door crashes open. Closes. with a woman standing barefoot at the airport, in pajamas and handcuffs with isolated instances. Rogue police officers have never been isolated, or dealt with in...

Stephen Lightbown

      Wheel 1. I watch another sci-film. Deep space travel is a thing. The wheelchairs still look like they were bought in 1982. 2. We are all the same. The greatest lie ever sold. It is funny how different being different can be. 3. It is estimated...