The Dreams He Sees by Susie Gharib

He daily commutes to work on the wings of a moth who is inebriated,and sips his drink from a bluebell that is with liquor satiated,then calculates his sums on a papyrus with a quill whose inkis the darkest wine that Gascony had fabricated. His weekend is a six-day break on the shores of a reservoir,a Scottish distillery’s grounds,whose breezes are with whiskey impregnated,a canopy of intoxicationfor a man who … Continue reading The Dreams He Sees by Susie Gharib

A Grace Jones Paradox by Nick Ingram

“Am I slowly moving away from thesecontinental philosophical interpretations of life and existence?I mean, after all: what is the avant-garde? I have passed beyond the pallid pointof boredom; there are certain people whoonly ever create unhappiness.I never want to know people such asthese. I want to get back to that old senseof decadence: every emotion hasan elation, this could just be the soundof my insanity.”                                                 -Neon lights … Continue reading A Grace Jones Paradox by Nick Ingram

The Ever-Pertinent Theme of Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery

The joys of a public stoning may have evolved into more metaphorical methods, but the “tradition” remains very much alive in the present. Just as it was in Shirley Jackson’s own time, having released “The Lottery” in the summer of 1948. With World War II still being freshly ended, there remained the dark pall of those dictators who rose to prominence as a result of … Continue reading The Ever-Pertinent Theme of Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery

Is Poetry More Valuable Than the X-Acto Knife?

Everyone is talking about Louise, now. Maybe they always were, you just weren’t orbiting the right circles, and it’s so hard to be able to nowadays what with there being so few old guard types left with viable apartments of a Woody Allen movie size to allow people in for dinner parties and salons. Blair Waldorf tried to do it once, but you really do … Continue reading Is Poetry More Valuable Than the X-Acto Knife?

Becoming Planets by Kashiana Singh

If I could be a planetI would like to be MercuryBaring myself to the sun, those timesWhen I need brightness seven times stronger than myselfOr maybe the clumsy UranusStuttering sideways, self-effacing butLiving the moods of my 27 moons andNever having to explain myself before or after menopauseI have even speculated MarsRed in the face, evidence of my travailsReceding further into my atmosphere, I wouldMock the … Continue reading Becoming Planets by Kashiana Singh

Remember…that one time…at your… by Shawn Aveningo-Sanders

A memory.I often wonderif it’s genuine—truly mineorfabricated.Plantedlike a tiny beanpokedinto a Styrofoam cupfull of loam.How it’s fortifiedreinforcedfrom storiesrecited ‘round the dinner tableat Thanksgiving.The old oneslaughinguntil wine spittleson what remains of a turkey leg.And a little girl—the one living inside metries to recollectrememberamusing a roomful of grown-upslong, long ago.No snapshot.No triggering aroma.No synapse whatsoeverto reclaim what’s lost—or perhapsnever reallywas. Continue reading Remember…that one time…at your… by Shawn Aveningo-Sanders