Last Night of Verse by Michael Berton

 The microphone hums. Its shadow flutters on the page, a circumlunar echo resonates emanating from the readers printed word, calibrated rolling redolent off the tongue, quenches the mouth. Moist to the ears, the chug of the last train that night for the West Coast pulled in all debris of sound. Along with the waitress’ last call for service among a scattered dozen remaining on the bougainvillea-filled patio. … Continue reading Last Night of Verse by Michael Berton

The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 3 by Elles Rebelles

“Having trouble staying at home? Shave your eyebrows off.” I scroll through memes. Next to me, Sergei is on his phone scrolling. The sun makes the cum on my belly glisten. We just had sex for the second time today. The afternoon sex is the best. Where in the morning my pleasure is being anesthetized by sleep, and his dick rolling in and out of … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 3 by Elles Rebelles

The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 2 by Elles Rebelles

Read Part 1 of The Corona Honeymoon here. **** The crazy thing about living in the West, is that we saw corona coming in slow motion–and yet we didn’t take it seriously. We could study all the death charts of other countries, and yet I was told, “I think you’re being crazy” when I asked Sergei not to take public transport. It’s March 16th, we … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 2 by Elles Rebelles

The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 1 by Elles Rebelles

1. Our relationship has always been propelled forward by apocalypse. After declining his house key many times (let me fuck you with a strap-on, then we can talk about moving in together) the coronavirus has propelled us into a living together experiment. It’s Friday the thirteenth. If there was one person I wanted to be in quarantine with, it was him. Him, with his smug … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 1 by Elles Rebelles

Quiet Quandary of the Quill by Joseph V. Pali

He was tormented. His leather-bound chair had, through the hours, curved to the dimensions of his body. It had become horribly dolorous. His fingers grew tired as he twirled his pen between them and sighed despairingly. He was in agony, for an aspect of his being was viciously girdled and quickly losing its functionality. His creativity was being choked and his ability to write was … Continue reading Quiet Quandary of the Quill by Joseph V. Pali

A Letter From the Other Side by Ewa Mazierska

Joanna was a poet, the most poetic poet I had ever met. She was recognised as the best Polish one of her generation. She also thought, talked and behaved like a poet. By that I do not mean that she spoke in rhymes, far from it, but her thinking and talking had the sharpness, directness and simplicity of a metaphor. When she talked, she omitted … Continue reading A Letter From the Other Side by Ewa Mazierska

The Darkening Green by Martin Parsons

It had been Charlotte’s idea, of course. Beautiful Charlotte. Just so, even in her brown school dress, her hideous brown socks, her red beret. She placed a hand on each of her four friends in turn, an exclusive invitation to appreciate her company. “A game, that’s all. Just a little game.” She could have been her mother, biscuit tree in one hand and lemon in … Continue reading The Darkening Green by Martin Parsons