there are many///
versions of me
Don’t Pick on My Words
He picks on my words, this kid. It’s like trying to talk to a lawyer instead of
Anoushka the Christmas Spider
By David Demchuk CW: spiders, mild body horror Our village is prosperous now, but it was not always so. When I was a child, we …
You can’t call an aerialist your bae
Because they have no slack, no rest in them
On a Theme from Di Prima
The fish police cannot drown me
Facing Fear
The ink in the quill, the fingertip caught
Art by Merlin Flower
Merlin Flower is an independent artist and writer
how to change the world a little
You go into this club alone because your friends get into a better one
Two Poems by Kelli Lage
the dirt wet by my parents’ spewing / torn up muddy fields
Digital Art by Edward Michael Supranowicz
Intersection 1a
