Serrated Sky
Serrated Sky by lisa munson baseball and aardvarks conducted by white hands wearing French cuffs in a pinstripe suit how does bread rise with slamming
Serrated Sky by lisa munson baseball and aardvarks conducted by white hands wearing French cuffs in a pinstripe suit how does bread rise with slamming
silence and solitude. by megan towey For dinner I had flaxseed and a generous portion of you in the form of lemon yogurt and stale
I’ve Been Known by denise duhamel to spread it on thick to shoot off my mouth to get it off my chest to tell him
red lipstick by garland middleton outside of the quaint café we throw in-tact fox skull’s for our little domesticated troop while sipping on sophisticated potations
Tick-tick-boom by emily canty You found me hidden under the floorboards My wires are crossed & connected poorly They twisted my insides up Time is
I Shot Sylvester’s Cat by gene defcon I shot Sylvester’s cat With a horse-tail extract And that was why he stiffened So humorously Rumors need
Bone Hunting by emma bean Hung over as shit I sit shotgun, holding it together, not wanting to vomit all over this beautiful sunny day,
YOU CAN’T MAKE ME by john grey He still remembers his chair in his school, how he felt strapped in, like any moment now the
Charles Bronson by shawn misener Blue mushroom smoke echoes from Charles Bronson’s head steadily pumping the doobie he leans over the mezzanine rail I approach
the only holiday for me by emma blowgun christians have christmas; they give gifts and pretend their god is useful for things other than stimulating