The Light Inside Myself – Tyler Sowa

A commissioned metal dragon blows flames in front of the museum of industry and science. Spewing heat from its metal nostrils. Everyone awes and eventually walks away. The city advised against disposable glow sticks, but people are wearing them around their necks regardless. Once, I split one in my mouth at a dance in the… Continue reading The Light Inside Myself – Tyler Sowa


The Woodland Pond Intermingles the Gibbous Moon – Tina Lavrova

Arachnids from toy stores of Death ventriculars of iceberg soy sauce stubble thunderclaps of Coleridge's gastronomy Corpses of shoestring spiders through their earlobes of Blackburn crustaceans tread caricatured toilet bowls of blue lightning Headphone creeks of audiology I talon the diving wave with an Arctic foxes performing theatre at snow dunes approaching funnel web tesseracts… Continue reading The Woodland Pond Intermingles the Gibbous Moon – Tina Lavrova

I Love Her So Much – Tina Lavrova

How is it her ovum are pullied by bisexual mountain peak brokers and Braillean stalks of satellites And frosted with calicfic taste stimulators? The bare-breasted flesh of Lilies are a telepsychiatric enema: Hetero-determological She has nicked ball lightning upon a mental CN Tower of chromia Though I lead her by the prawn print What freezer-burned grammar… Continue reading I Love Her So Much – Tina Lavrova

A Day at the Beach – Tina Lavrova

While immaterialist spinal cords of grass spirit-scapes Beach the after-coating of Demigod limnology Nosologically, the below-freezing ferry tremors, Winglessly blooming up-rootedly sandbags of Megarian noogenesis: Gymnophobically fertilized Ithyvulvic seabed's — Thawing each corridor Sudokuing all life-forces of pallored Time. Sea tided life without the property of life, Dock the unperceivable ferry Belly-up, numero-genically — Gargoyled… Continue reading A Day at the Beach – Tina Lavrova

What Salt is Good For – Ariel Kusby

I’d forgotten how murky it is       how tricky the descent  into my old single bed        the curl of my body alone    the dust I am polite with           breathing slower the salt-thick air         a reunion bathing in the tub slick with ghosts      like dissolves like        I am the sum of what I never said        a… Continue reading What Salt is Good For – Ariel Kusby