By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The pregnant are ready to pop. Always expecting. Busy ants lead back to sugar. And there is this gym you train at in Brooklyn where they teach ju-jitsu as a first language. A striker shoring up their game. You’re a cage fighter, of course there is blood. Some of yours … Continue reading You’re a Cage Fighter, of Course there is Blood.
Walking on the Green
By Ryan Flanagan A man will only stop smoking when he thinks less of chimneys it is hard to give up on anything that is cool when you imagine yourself half as much me, I’m more like spoiled petroleum jelly or Oliver Twist’s sticky wet dream or Joan Crawford in Mildred … Continue reading Walking on the Green
The Jump
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan jump in a river jump because Van Halen said so jump to conclusions because of a faulty leg from the war that makes the VA hospital look like the Sears Tower on crack the way you limp through the front door and your wife tries not to look at … Continue reading The Jump
Mortar Dry
By Ryan Flanagan the weather down here is a scapegoat that cymbal you see is band leftovers my raucous stuffed into an aluminum air vent with comparable local rag circulation particle board fission taster squint shadows under numbered doors unruly marshland flooding over seven denarius hills hold my … Continue reading Mortar Dry
Poems by J.J. Campbell
yet another bridge my poisoned mind has burned yet another bridge thankfully, i still know how to swim ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ in southern ohio dance naked in the rain in a river in southern ohio pay no attention to the thunder and lightning let the river carry you downstream spark a mystery that will wake a sleepy … Continue reading Poems by J.J. Campbell
Song of Songs
By Marvel Pephel Nneka is not dead, but she wishes she was. What she has just seen is unbearable. What life is doing to her, she thinks, is not fair. She wants to die, but she won't. She wishes she wasn't callous. *** Light rises on Chekwube, a young chubby girl with … Continue reading Song of Songs
Ornamental Grasses
By Kelli J Gavin When I was a child, we didn’t travel very often. I didn’t even board a plane until I was 11 years old. We would go to cabins in the woods for a couple nights or so, but they were always within a few hours of home. My dad and mom worked very … Continue reading Ornamental Grasses
The Grass That Sways
By: Kelli J Gavin When the grass sways from the mighty wind And hits my ankles and brushes my legs I fondly remember a simpler time when I thought being outside was my job When mom and dad would send us out To play all day and return for food Maybe even … Continue reading The Grass That Sways
The Dream War
By John Page “Watch out!” I yell to the person underneath me. The person isn’t paying attention to me, probably because they don’t have a face. I had been flying underneath a bridge and didn’t see the person till I almost hit them. I just manage to miss them and keep myself in the air. … Continue reading The Dream War
This is Weird, Isn’t it?
By James Diaz in lieu of love she gave me tea leaves spread out on a road map she said rain bores her senseless and I said senselessness reminds me of rain of collateral damage dead birds and parking lot trash sadness in sculpted laughter at the end of a dark hall in lieu of … Continue reading This is Weird, Isn’t it?
Academy of the Heart And Mind 