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By: Sondra Lowe Everyday, I will go to the bar you took me to, because it was your favorite. And I’ll have one of those bitter, terrible “craft” things I tried… because it was your favorite. Maybe, one night you’ll walk through the door? I figure it’s worth a try, because I was […]
By: Sondra Lowe Your smile cracks like fireworks, My knees crack like I’m about to pray to gods never believed in before… Tonight. Your hands clench the strings of me, Speak so I can seek freedom like a balloon released. I imagine your lips drinking in my skin. Your eyes scare me because […]
A Think Piece by Sam “Germ” Rees When I was 17, I had a pretty dead-set life. I got up, went to collage, came home, went to my job, scrubbed dishes for six hours, walked home, showered, went to sleep, rinse, and repeat. Coming from a family of slightly left-leaning centrists, I had basically no […]
By: Sondra Lowe I woke up today, And in the rupture points I found flickers of light… Where there had been only darkness before. I woke up today, And instead of feeling like the air was being sucked from my lungs, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my chest. I […]
By: Sondra Lowe I know what being dead inside is. Fossilized, I have felt it every day. Since he, Scattered his saurian footprints Across the landscape of ash left after my Paleozoic spews, In this chest of heaving tectonics about to split the pangia of my molecules. As for my ex-Mr. Meteorite, even […]
By Rob Sackett I don’t know what caused it or why we ever let it get so bad; just that I’m still here paying for it. I just keep moving forward, wandering in search of answers I may never find. When it all started, I thought we could stop it from happening. I thought if […]
Punk Poetry: Monsters’ Girlfriends By: Audrey Brown-Williams Monsters’ Girlfriends Kay See the way the water breaks the dark river and know, he’s under there all right, trying to pretend he doesn’t see you. His pink gills expand and contract, making a bright spot in the army green depths. You sense he wants to play, “stalking”, […]
Curse You By: Kevin Diebold Second level. No parking spots. Third. None. Fourth, Jesus Christ! I turn to go up another ramp. Fifth, You’ve got to be fucking kidd- oh there’s one! I swerve into the only available spot in the five-story garage; my tires squeal viciously on the drab, gray concrete. A half empty […]
