James Benger

      Out of the Ash We tore it all down just to watch it burn, standing in that alley of forgotten refuse. No one wanted it, no one needed it, so boombox and cigarettes, bottles and pipes, we ran riot with the fire, unrestrained screams and smoke...

Graham Clifford

      Poem as Instruction for How to Respond to an Insult First, know it. Really inspect every word like a woodsman would hold a finch upside down, and blow on the soft feathers to reveal its sex (even then, it’s fifty fifty). Don’t be too...

Gill Horitz

      Cyclamen I woke to workers with blades along the verge, yellow-jacketed to signify contracted rights to hack and scythe died-back bracken and living saplings to a brown shrivel. What a story to be part of, forlorn in the telling of nature...

Elaine Baker

      To my Ovaries My cahoonas. My muscular daisies. Potent white olives. You make me sick. My mute twins on tricycles. Femme fatales. Relay racers. Nightmares wished upon stars. In my brain you’re pendula on speed. My climax on the horror film screen....