King Louis’ Decapitated Head Jumping Out of a Vowel
King Louis’ Decapitated Head Jumping Out of a Vowel By Wolf Larsen I chop off your head and give it to an abstraction, the color
King Louis’ Decapitated Head Jumping Out of a Vowel By Wolf Larsen I chop off your head and give it to an abstraction, the color
mary’s rooster chest By Oscar Smiles the power must of shut off cause i’m all over it and while it never gets old i guess
The Fourth Month by Le Hinton i don’t mind pretense until it stops pretending like the heartiness of stone soup lying dormant in a rounded
Floating Through Town By Sarah Hoque Wake up. Get dressed. Move. Eat. Run. Walk. School. Work. Talk. Sleep. Wake up. In and out. Far and
We hardly ever fought By El Guero We hardly ever fought or so I remember and I know I only made you cry once on
SURGERY A short story by John Penn I was observing a young man at a coffee shop the other day. He was tall with brown
Bloodletting By Aleathia Drehmer Muted flesh tones on a background of lamp lit night, images move slowly dragging, blurred, and pixilated. I am captivated watching
coocoo chair By Meghan Tennison She and I are sitting at a public coffee table. There are no bugs on this table, but I imagine
Ventrilocoven A paint collage by Dirk Michener
Three ochre and maroon clad monks walk into a bar. By Shawn Misener Whaddya havin? asks the stylish existential mid-twenties female bartender. The first monk