Misty Layne
a verse of divine demise
they said carve out the pieces of you that don't fit the world offer them up to the gods for a blessing (no, a curse) (no, a snack) that...
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Latest Works
Haley DiRenzo
Jul 191 min
Adam's Bones
What came first Adam’s rib or Eve’s womb? If they were not lovers but mother and son and he slithered from between her legs coiled at her...
James Fowler
Jul 193 min
Haunts
Our denial and patience have reached their limit. We must do something about the ghosts. Postings on them have gone through the roof....
Rowan Tate
Jul 191 min
procreation
i want a word for that barefooted breathing when god sprouts out of the ground next to me in a color that only exists in may, a verb for...
Amanda C
May 171 min
Creation
The god reaches down with sinewy arms like tender vines they curl around the bite-sized human He knits a garment out of honey and...
Jill Jepson
May 172 min
Birds
I work long into the night making the birds, sewing the slender feathers with fine thread, knitting the tiny hearts, the miniature lungs....
Jonathan Mitchell
May 1711 min
Midnight Show
It is difficult to pinpoint when my insomnia started. I remember fitful sleep, filled with agitated dreams of clanking noises and foul...
Andrew Kolarik
May 172 min
Car Jammed
I raise my infant son and daughter, onto the barrier. We look out on a sea of chrome, southbound only, flickering into the distance. For...
Thomas De Moor
May 1711 min
Inheritance
Ingram slogged through the downpour to watch the execution of the hex. His calloused fingers were wrapped around the tight straps of his...
Mitchell Pluto
May 171 min
Theurgy and magnetic sphere
There is a guiding light. A path towards a healthier and more compassionate self. It is a star self, a light held together by its own...
Rick Hartwell
May 171 min
Senior Moment
Thinly veiled moon plays peek-a-boo between clouds; shadows dance and disappear. Trepidatiously at first, then emboldened smelling gifts...
Steven Kay
May 1710 min
The Glass Needle
You look thin! Katia jolted up in bed, clutching her mottled blanket. Saucer-eyed, her gaze turned to the open bedroom door, a black...
C.J. Lane
May 171 min
The Emerald Tablet: A Cut-up Poem
The holy speech, that which is Divine Spirit, the embodied Logos, is immortal. All of nature in paragraph, as indeed the secret song of...
Ken Goodman
May 171 min
in the equipoise
No way to wander away from self-meditative glow: home sweet home where path/arrival has no where to go : mating unseen & beholding in the...
Sloan Porter
May 171 min
Ingesting the Flood
You tend to wrap sun rays around your throat, death by strangulation of morning promises. You tend to fill your cup with clouds, or sugar...
Zary Fekete
May 1714 min
Lidérc
The two holy men traveled by day, each of them on their own mule, riding slowly through the grass, until they came to the cabin in the...
Anne Woods
May 176 min
Midwinter Cold
It was the cold that dragged Abigail down first. People thought you wore cold like a blanket, wrapped around your shoulders and chilling...
Benjamin Parker
May 171 min
Balance
Life is tenuous, beautiful and brittle, yet never cowers in the presence of death. It lives within chaos and substance; the harrowing and...
Evan Burkin
May 171 min
Polaroid in South Light
Christened by the black pulp of a young vine berry, I hold my home in the creek bed’s westward bend Where the Polaroid flash of fireflies...
James C. Bassett
Mar 164 min
Regodless
Everyone is called here once in their life. Some die on the journey; rarely will a person die before the feeling consumes them: the...
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