By Fiat of Adoration
By Oscar Williams - Mar 28, 2018
He is flowering in a doorway
Eyes cheeks haze of hair
Stepping out of time into here
This is what we really have
Who see the one we adore becoming
The two that he is in the light
Fragments of Jekyll and Hyde
By John Haskell - Mar 26, 2018
He believes in his ability to control who he is, but he can’t control who he is; he keeps becoming Hyde, more and more frequently, as if, once he’s started, he can’t be anything else.
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By Rebekah Morgan - Mar 23, 2018
It’s summer time, but I’m down in the red like a peasant. I say ‘Wouldn’t you like some more wine’ to myself and drink straight out of the bottle. I look in the mirror hanging on the wall and my eyes are slits barely opened. I could have been born an avalanche but I am just a person with shaky hands.
Read More >Yes, This is Esther
By Derick Dupre - Mar 18, 2018
Each hand resembles the mock pistol that people mock kill themselves with sometimes, hammer thumb and barrel fingers, and right now, frankly always, she feels like mock killing herself, mock ending it all right there at work in front of everyone…
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By Troy James Weaver - Mar 12, 2018
I woke up to a bunch of shuffling and banging coming from upstairs. Then Cody’s dad, Larry, full-on burst through the bedroom door at six in the morning, still in his briefs, yelling, “Sam, Sam, wake up! Your folks, their house is on fire.”
Read More >Two Prose Poems
By Adam Jordan - Mar 7, 2018
I feel like a five-star restaurant, but I am a fish. I feel like an ethical imperative, but I am a listicle. I feel like an aesthetic, but I’m wrong. I am a listicle.
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