The Night Out by Gregory O’Neill

We leave our souls like luggage—bodies like garment bags.In the bat‑black clock hours,we usher meteors,like tiny golden pins up the ivoryheights the day calls clouds. Children’s buckets at our hips jinglewhen they kiss—dream‑power makes us taller.Nightgowns and PJs sweeping like flags.Slippers loosen jangly baubles of frozen rain. A hundred million assemble themselvesinto a backup band for the universe.Sounds arrive that other minds might callinterference—or harmony. … Continue reading The Night Out by Gregory O’Neill

Genna RivieccioMarch 11, 2026Leave a comment

Poetry

From a distance, I know* by Dale Champlin

I look like an ant—red as fireor one of those grease ants you might crush with your finger as it marchesacross the kitchen counter insignificant in catastrophes of my own choosing(dear god—not yours) as sentient as all wildlife the way I head for my burrow at the first orange glow of the lowering sun imagine how … Continue reading From a distance, I know* by Dale Champlin

Genna RivieccioMarch 4, 2026Leave a comment

Poetry

The Other Option by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

No No thank you No thank you No thank you! Just no Just not feeling it Just not not not notno No! NO!! What part of no DON’T you understand? N O Please remove your hand Please remove your hand No None of that None Nada Nada thing Nothing Silence The Unspoken The Refusal Not the UN-Lived Not the i couldn’t care lessNot the silence of indifference or recusal nor the conspiracy of consent Not the absence of yes But no Just no No to submissionNo is … Continue reading The Other Option by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Genna RivieccioFebruary 22, 2026Leave a comment

Poetry

Viens! by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Ten years agoin ParisYou were rapedby the tongues of peacocksand told it was Paradise Todayyou standa little left of the Mirrorfanning yourselfwith liesannouncing your own arrivalwith nothing left to say Whereis the smileyou stretched across canvasbefore you learned to paint You say nothingwith so many featherswhile I sip passionlikean elephantthrough a straw Continue reading Viens! by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Genna RivieccioFebruary 21, 2026Leave a comment

Poetry

A Child’s Hellscape of Verses by Gary Keenan

Sing a song of sixpence spent on killingA popular hobby but never quite fulfilling I wish for day, I wish for mightTo survive the drones each night Round and round in circles, dizzy in despairStumble on a landmine and disappear Little Mohamet sat on a bucket eating a crust of stale breadAlong came a sniper with a .50 cal rifle and shot off Mohamet’s head … Continue reading A Child’s Hellscape of Verses by Gary Keenan

Genna RivieccioFebruary 19, 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

Poetry

Secrets by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

In the dark she would whisper all the ways I could go— off the ledge a speeding car No one would have to know Bury myself inside myself or maybe under a scalpel Be consumed by alcohol one bite of a poisoned apple Two girls still in pigtails leading second-hand lives… we wiped blood off floors our swollen lips one—her inner thighs Polished silver with our tears while the living room was dying All the shades were at half-mast leaky … Continue reading Secrets by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Genna RivieccioJanuary 26, 20262 Comments

Poetry

Spam Risk by Charlie Robert

When Your A-EyeIs An A-HoleAnd YourGods AreOn ThePayroll.Spam Risk.White Lies.Loose Lips.Commie Spies.When Your Micro Will Not ProcessCan’t AskGoogle How To Cross Dress.Spam Risk.Bad Chip.Floppy Disk.Landing Strip.When Your Numbers All TurnRed.All Your HackersDaily Bread.Spam Risk.Free Porn. Get Frisked.Reborn.There’s A BotIn YourHead.Say GoodbyeTo Street Cred. There’s A BotIn YourHead.Blow Up DollIn Your Bed. Continue reading Spam Risk by Charlie Robert

Genna RivieccioJanuary 25, 2026Leave a comment

Poetry

How are you this January evening? by Dale Champlin

Are you surprised I am dead?—me too! I’m usually more than a soccer mom with a wife, a dead husband,and a six-year-old son. I left with unfinished poems,a glove compartment of stuffiesand a hole in my windshield. I tried to act casual about it—the masked men, eyes bugging out of their headspadded flak vests and crackling voices.I backed up and turned my wheel. You saw how icy the … Continue reading How are you this January evening? by Dale Champlin

Genna RivieccioJanuary 21, 2026January 21, 20261 Comment