Artist: Francisco Mathews by Bryan Grafton He had been driving for what seemed like hours now. That was the problem when you owned your own business you had to do everything yourself. He had been in the undertaking business all his life having inherited it from his father. Now he was old, real old, at…Read More
The Burial by Ally Schwam
While I eat breakfast, a mourning dove
slams into my window,
trades her life for a crack in the glass.
The Dead by Maura O’Connor
I fled your deaths.
They happened anyway.
the missing witness.
I will miss you most.
The roses you gave me
the night you told me
you hated me.
The song you wrote
comparing my eyes
artist: rosa picnic by Margarita Serafimova The Grave If my father is in it, the whole world is also there, headed by me – a fanfare. Along Athinas I was leading my heart by my hand. It was walking slowly as it was growing wings. ___ Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the…Read More
artist: Evan Sloan by Heidi Slettedahl Loneliness Loneliness a white sheet drawn over me at night, my naked body unaccustomed to the weight River’s Edge I’ve never swum in a river for fear of tides and my dead uncle. My father made us learn to swim in pools even as he stood on the edge,…Read More
Artist: lunatico.digital by Katie Pukash mine is nothing but stain- each carving a little less. can’t say too much about the carpenter when the carpenter holds the only chisel. pliers for eyes- he will call you Floorboard and Claw hammer and Screwdriver and Sin- will knock at your throat until there is nothing but screws. stained…Read More
Artist: Thias Silva by Howie Good Sailors just grabbed what they could — a Mickey Mouse teddy bear my sister had since she was little — before the ship broke apart in nightmarish purple seas, the wind wailing as if the wails might actually be expressing something, anguish or fear or fratricidal rage, while back on shore, graves…Read More
Artist: Marcos Guinoza by Rita Mookerjee Nemesis People admire a sense of industry / a spirited sort of communism / how the labyrinth tenants toil away over early blooms / tufted legs weighted with sun dust / convening in their planet in service of the one true queen / everyone admires their golden down /…Read More
Artist: Stephen Coley by Salvatore Difalco When my father was in the late stages of terminal lung cancer — chemo and two operations had not slowed it down — a group of his friends came to our house to visit him. They had been drinking. Giacchino Palmieri, his godson, the loudest among them, slurred and slobbered greetings to my father, who…Read More