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Short Fiction and Poetry
A Ghost Town in Nevada; Roadkill Alley by John Grey
Sun rises lazy over
bones of sagging rooftops,
slowly burnishes
the dust of Main Street, [...]
After the Chinese Poet Liu Yong by George Freek
Crows pick at the bones
of one of their kind.
He is gazing at the stars,
But with sightless eyes, [...]
Knowing; The Same Old Question; Still No Comfort At All by Jeffrey Zable
During my season in hell I ran into Rimbaud
who I immediately called Rambo— and as he went
for my throat, I blocked his hand [...]
Saskatchewan by Gregg Norman
Home to a hobby farm
From a small-town 9 to 5
Gravel crunching under wheels
Long dust boiling out behind [...]
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Lena Solomon
Through yet unimagined,
particles of sound, or waves,
if you will
the calls of bells
blast out of every flower, [...]
Frankenstein Reawakened by Kenneth Vincent Walker
A hideous, disfigured,
Creature made of limbs
And spare parts; a lump
Of grotesque flesh [...]
Magpie Dreams by Joan Harvey
The snow moves in
Light drifts through fog
I wake too early
I sleep too late. [...]
Polaroids of Tomorrow by Andrew John Lafleche
aunt joan died last night
2 a.m. crying in her sleep
five days shy of august [...]
Art Therapy Poetry by Crystal Hurdle
Magda is hospitalized
her body colonized
her head on fire.
She flails.
Her busy hands claw empty air. [...]
DarkWinter Press New Release: Consumed by Karolina Bednarek!
DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release, the beautiful poetry and photography collection Consumed by Karolina Bednarek! [...]
That Day; Wandering the Desert by Louis Faber
When his mother finally took him to the doctor,
after his fever wouldn't break
and he complained of a sore throat and fatigue,
she seemed almost pleased [...]
Mint Green by Cithara Patra
When a blizzard blows in,
I pull out your mint green blanket
With its giant squares and stars
Knitted and stitched with love [...]
Emptying Milkweed Pods by Annette Gagliardi
rattle proclamations.
Seeds rise from an
open-mouthed surprise; [...]
As I Read Poetry Submissions in Hell; I Don't Have Imposter Syndrome by John Sara
I sold my soul to be a poet,
but the devil told me I looked more like an editor. [...]
Lady Mayfly by Indee Sehrish Watson
the dawn fog sees my birth, born
of water, my egg pierced by hatchling [...]
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Accident by Joan McNerney
If only it had not rained
the sky black and wet as
we hurried across streets. [...]
Those Team Players by Marianne Brems
You only understand ants
once you know what it is to share things,
to share what you have counted and saved.
I Am The Grass From Which Everything Grows by Noelle Brody
They tell me that I will reap what I sow
All of my tears fall like seeds to the ground
I am the grass from which everything grows
Agent Emergent; The Cult of the Sentence by Ben Nardolilli
We meant sour mouse and not sugar mouse, our mistake, please
keep trusting us to produce your children’s literature [...]
Sleep Paralysis by Todd Matson
You have been my client now
for over a quarter of a century.
To this day I hear you asking
all the wrong questions [...]
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