Broken Dreams: A Lexicographer Picks Up the Pieces by Robert Witmer

The judgment of death lowered upon all at the beginning of Genesis contains essentially everything that can be said about power. —Elias Canetti What is beautiful for Nature herself is the all-encompassing necessity of now. Life. Spring. Leaves. Move. Without the wind. Milkweed on ICE. The cream of the crop. Curdled. Art walks a tightrope between nature and eternity. The point is not to make … Continue reading Broken Dreams: A Lexicographer Picks Up the Pieces by Robert Witmer

Genna RivieccioJuly 26, 2026Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

Dada by Robert Witmer

To undress the corporate swindle and have him ride a stumbling donkey over palm branches strewn about in a hurricane such that the multitude might see what difference makes. Humbly to fit a natural self. To make real language possible again. Absolute reality is a calendar carved in snow, ticking like a time bomb. Dew on a mossy grave. Spring’s stultification of digital progress. Virga. … Continue reading Dada by Robert Witmer

Genna RivieccioJuly 23, 20261 Comment

Prose Poetry

Selling the Mattress by Priscilla Atkins

Melodious as Groucho Marx, the middle-aged New York transplant answers Boyfriend’s and my ad (Valley Pennywise, August ‘80), taps at the screen door. When I open, he looks me in the eye. Offers his hand. Bends. Mustache tickles my skin. I’m a twenty-two-year-old fairy princess. Alive. Winged. In the whole back-and-forth over the queen size (or was it full?—God, I was young), he ignores Boyfriend. … Continue reading Selling the Mattress by Priscilla Atkins

Genna RivieccioJuly 13, 2026Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

Must’ve Been a Hallucination by Peter Crowley

After mowing the lawn, the garage needed a paint job. It was while painting that I discovered a mole on my forearm had turned to a shade of deep brown. I snapped a picture of it and sent it to GPT, which said I needed a topical OTC to treat skin inflammation. The second I applied it, the mole expanded, blossoming like a dahlia. I … Continue reading Must’ve Been a Hallucination by Peter Crowley

Genna RivieccioApril 14, 2026Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

Decision by Peter Crowley

When winds surge from the west and the guts are unearthed, there is a warping of tides. The moon is decapitated and the torso’s pull emerges from the prefrontal cortex. One has achieved this pull through struggle, yet, by god, it exists. A decision has been made and coronated on a papist balcony overlooking the rabble. Decision stretches out its hand, shielding its eyes from … Continue reading Decision by Peter Crowley

Genna RivieccioApril 12, 2026Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

Metaphysics by Robert Witmer

I know I am going to regret this but I want to say something about death. Not death in general, but my own death. That event of utmost uncertainty. The luck that got me here presumably peters out, drops the ball, as it were, folds, takes one for the team and determines, by way of virtually indisputable statistical evidence, to give up the ghost. Yeah. … Continue reading Metaphysics by Robert Witmer

Genna RivieccioFebruary 6, 2026Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

Il Ritorno di Ringo by Robert Witmer

I keep trying to explain it to Ringo. My dog, a golden retriever. I didn’t mean to leave it behind. Not at first anyway. Ringo’s willing to fetch whatever it is, but I keep trying to explain. We just can’t go there. Private property. The law. The right to bear arms. What’s left be damned. The River Styx in your craw, my pet peeve. The … Continue reading Il Ritorno di Ringo by Robert Witmer

Genna RivieccioFebruary 4, 2026Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

Glamorous Whitegirl by Rachel Wagner

When we met he wasn’t into the street shit no more. I liked that. Cool. Extra cool. No late night early mornings running around dirty. Said he did that before, been to prison and all that but he was done, never again. On some fuck prison shit. Got a regular job, a 9-5, and wasn’t playing with it. He told me that around the block … Continue reading Glamorous Whitegirl by Rachel Wagner

Genna RivieccioOctober 4, 2025Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

24/12/2024 by Fabiana Real-Bravo

I was in a state of delirium. One I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to escape. I guess that’s the limbo as Christmas Eve bleeds into Christmas Day. In my delirium, I had the sensation that I was in a UFO, of sorts, and the “rain” was just glitter falling on the windshield. As if someone exhaled too hard and the glittery powder invaded … Continue reading 24/12/2024 by Fabiana Real-Bravo

Genna RivieccioMarch 10, 2025Leave a comment

Prose Poetry

28/11/2024 by Fabiana Real-Bravo

Paula’s notebook. It’s where her lists live. She has metropolises of tasks. Her duties have taken over the red lines, and expanded to the margins schools teach us not to invade. The pages are supposed to be neat, organized, saturated with chemical equations and drawings of covalent bonds. However, reality is everlasting. Obligations rule her mind and her hands. So the pages are filled with … Continue reading 28/11/2024 by Fabiana Real-Bravo

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