Joanie-Judy-Orange Socks A man raped, murdered you, then careened you down an overpass. Another man claimed he did it, gave you a name. Joanie-Judy-something (there are so many girls in this world). The paper printed “orange socks,” the only man-made thing on your naked body. Except the scar under your chin, the blood on your…

Anthropocene Georgia clay runs red like blood in crucifixes carved in uneven ground which will grow crops, groaning as all earth groans, under the burden of feeding man. Paradiso She was Eve again–naked in a garden with a man. And there was not a fruit tree in sight. Sarah Gane Burton is a freelance writer…

Here the word is park, not a parking space. Emigration is an endless series of noticing Not who you are or were, but how Life seeps difference. Parked here, for now. Ann Rosenthal lives in New Zealand. Her poetry is featured in NZ Poetry 2018 and multiple US journals, as well as in an upcoming…

prayer the women in my family are left in stacks of black & whites, a few color. I wear their faces of opaque expression. night bruises into the highlands, then the moors, & pours into the sea. I wish them a small garden of perennial light.   Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a recipient of the…

salsa brava she curls a stray strand round her ear, chin dips, eyes rise with a glint he smiles a chink, toes tapping in time inside leather slides steam rises from shared patatas young love spicing up over Spanish tapas Anne Casey is an Irish-Australian writer/literary editor with poems published internationally in newspapers, magazines, journals…

Draw me a vision of tomorrow Where the paper is still clear, so No painted tears blotch memories. Draw it today. Ann Rosenthal lives in New Zealand. Her poetry is featured in NZ Poetry 2018 and multiple US journals, as well as in an upcoming national exhibition of women artists. She is currently homeless.

sirens soaked in their presence, their collective irrationality – dripping soft, flowing, allured. Grace Alice Evans is an emerging poet based in Staffordshire, UK. She is currently studying a BA (Hons) in English and Creative Writing at Staffordshire University, and have been previously published in Inside the Bell Jar, the HCE Review, ENCLAVE, and the…

  New Mexican Immortality On the last night I saw you, you reminded me: “The offer does not expire.” Soon I will be headed to New Mexico Reminded of your mortal expiration, and the immortal boundaries of love. Allie Blum is an emerging writer from Conshohocken, PA who currently and proudly resides in New Orleans,…

Portrait of gaps  The interlude between dream and consciousness suspended in gaps between sunlight & snow   the needle of equilibrium in vacant spaces ether & earth / ivy & fence / blurry lake & fog.     Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a recipient of the GREAT scholarship and has earned a second postgraduate degree…