Giulio R.M. Maffii

Giulio R.M. Maffii

1 There is one wondering what he will do he asks himself after passing a sliding door the bus stop in the rush hour in front of the perspective line of a suburban avenue he asks himself in front of an apple of a dying father at the cut inflicted by a mad god from a...
J.I. Kleinberg

J.I. Kleinberg

Here Here, the rain collaged The first mud allegory. The uncertain fields the gravel topped sky. a panacea of places   J.I. Kleinberg lives in Bellingham, Washington, USA, and on Instagram @jikleinberg. Chapbooks of her visual poems include How to pronounce the...

Gopal Lahiri

      Pink Flame My father stitched an evening with current ripples spill over rocks and shadows gather at the corner, Something sweet he whispered, repeated in present tense, joy he folded with care and never used it. He hung his favourite portrait on...

Paul Loney

BIG BLISS i was standing very still my mind on the mundane when a bee hit me smashed right into my chest oh! immediately i got a burst of bush fragrance musk & sweet & slightly eucalypt & delicate & wild sense jumped off the sprocket / turned inside...