Weeping Teeth by Isabel Straw

Claws weep as they crack the fleshtrembling ivorypalms pushing the dagger deepIt is so      much      harder       to kick a fallen soldier,Your hollow aching carcasspours gangrene through my feetknocked back by iron anklesto waste hopeless at my kneesIt is so      much      harder       to cut an infant leech,Withered, the child stands sobbinggrasping with blackened armsthey … Continue reading Weeping Teeth by Isabel Straw

Sp-eyes by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

They’re everywhere–   here   therein restaurants in schools in mosques your closet your bed your last paragraph– those curious question marks! Spies with eyes in the back of their headare tracking you like the CIAlike a jealous lover  like a digitalized numberon an overnight package Big Brother surveillance cameras the eyes of your computer the eyes of strangers Facebook   Twitter Instagramstalking you like a wet dream  At the doctor’s office even the stethoscope knows your real name and … Continue reading Sp-eyes by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Chassés par Daréka

La mer nous laisse détrempés  Et l’urgence nous réveille.  Du sel dans la bouche.  La peur et l’espoir se disputent nos esprits.  Ici le sable n’est pas aussi chaud  Mais racle autant la gorge.  La soif est aussi grande.  On pourrait croire enfin au répit  Mais déjà viennent les ombres à travers la rocaille.  Fuir, courir.  Les jambes reprennent leur marche d’automates.  La fatigue prétend … Continue reading Chassés par Daréka

In Patti Smith’s Year of the Monkey, 2016 Was Always Doomed Before It Began

There is no “ideal” symbolism when it comes to the monkey as a portent. Sure, Chinese culture speculates that the monkey is a sign of good luck, but when it comes to their inherently mischievous nature, come to roost in 2016, the Year of the Monkey, it’s not something one wants around during an election year. This much is ruminated upon in Patti Smith’s latest … Continue reading In Patti Smith’s Year of the Monkey, 2016 Was Always Doomed Before It Began

Try by Stephen Waldron

Climb into my microwave oven and you will discoveracres of karstpiled up by the window,resting in congregational piety. Trample the dust underan unbridled wave of convenience,swelling to new aspirations at every last catalogue entry. Cling to the good and the evil alike,not halting for strangers, nor pleasantto foes of the rising contention.Spring to the east, and let none of your confidence falter or slip from your finger.Let … Continue reading Try by Stephen Waldron