The Book of Never My Always, Overdue My Bible spits out Republicans brandishing Bazookas and hand-grenades. I think they’re from the Book of Revelations, because of that whole Armageddon thing. But when a new bar of soap feels more like an old friend to my nose, the hand-worn pages of all my ancestors splay out […]
Poetry: awaygoing by Abbie Hart
awaygoing the city might miss me when i am gone. there is strength in ambiguity, and despite most likely not missing the city myself, i still do have a validation complex. the fingers will not stretch and wave, though. there will not be a hole in the existence of the city. there will just be […]
Poetry: Thorns by F. Kate Langan
Thorns I snag on things; Like the wind blown bags In the crooked fingers Of winter trees Or wool on a cold sheep’s back Clutched at by hungry thorns Or seaweed dashed and left dangling By eddying currents Against diamond sharp cliffs. I try to flow smoothly in the river of people But catch my […]
Poetry: Sanitize by A.R. Arthur
Sanitize Rogue anguish is lost on the multiplicity Where sudden terror becomes the norm; Savage bloodshed drying layer after layer Until eyes are mere sockets, Desensitised constructions That sanitise minds and purify hearts With a faulty sense of justifiable acceptance, Manufactured lies we tell ourselves In order to toss and turn at night In hope […]