Poetry: Bloom Again
Words by Kate Newman Feature image by Jasmine Edwards I often tell myself that I am growingas all flowers doand when the …
Poetry: Small Town Kids
Words and images by Stephanie Montatore We live in a town whereThe world can’t touch us.So, maybe we were madeTo live life …
Metamorphosis
Words by Ezra Théodore Tillett This piece was originally published in Edition 32 of Verse. View the original piece via ISSUU. …
Something about the rain…
there’s something about the rain… it’s indiscriminate fall, the way it tickles parched earth with its dewy moisture, satiating thirsty …
Poetry: The drunk house call
Dog barked and I swore sat the bottle down answered the door. I smiled because I was supposed to but …
This lonely hemisphere
Somehow, say, I am flakes, hath fall to diePhilosophise the descent, caught ryeAnd galvanise the street below the slept bedHakuba …
Bile and wine
The wine cast is empty, the vodka is toppled Lying in your sick, the scent is thick Bile …
La petite mort
They smoke to forget but I smoke to remember the taste of his tongue he only touched it …
Of temporary relocation
Your life has been divided into two locations Each with their own cultures and people You cannot help but …
Aortic arthroscopy
I’ve always felt the need to drive a knife through my ankle I don’t know if this is how to explain …
Don’t mistake lipstick for blood
a cracked lipstick kisstastes more than pink,like spat cherry pipsstaining curtains and carpet. a scratched cheek,bloodshot eyes fromnot enough sleep,a heart …
Mais vinho para mim
The waiter doesn’t remove an inch of my happinesswhen he strips the perfectly placed plates and glasseson the riverside table …
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