Timucin Toprak – no title


  Concept incept, In the limbs of a wolf at the door; Slaughter me in the cove of a whistling pond. Floating under a cracked egg moon; Auto-pilot on – beyond graceless – disgraceland. Like a fool, I have cement wings. Oh no, that is not me. I am not that soul in the root... More

Benjamin Philip Frish “Life 01”


Here you’ll find, to pass the time, A chunky piece of terrible rhyme. Easy find the open lines, but look then for an end, Finish with the… Meet me in the wings; In dark embrace, love the act. Even in these constant things, I’m forced to find new beginnings.   © – Anthony Leclair 2013... More

Felicia Simion - Living in a Macro World


  Home I couldn’t save you that day when you fell from the sky. Amongst aerial strings, you tore between teeth lining and ephemera like when we played as small children. And all I asked for back was one second of still to remain instead of strung skin and wilting flowers tearing away at happiness... More



  Mistress barnacle clings to the flat bottom of the ship twig arms gripping wide singing softly into mottled wood the Babylonian lullabies of hearth gods and hyenas— Body braided into the bow, the mermaid snoozes hair quickly growing red and green kelp that ghosts along my back and tangles in oar combs pushed by... More


Let Us Insist Upon Elite Ideals

Let Us Insist Upon Elite Ideals By rote they continually hail progress Yet progress pales compared to elevation Choruses repeat the trope of dignity Yet dignity is but a footstool for sanctity Like automatons they call for peace Yet peace is merely preface to loving-kindness Slogans bellow on behalf of human rights Yet omit all... More

Dont Look at me... Look at Lucy

Triangular rows

      Triangular Rows on silver platters, pointed like graves gathered by the fireplace in remembrance.  Trails of sodden souls in polyester skin make their way through. They carry in heavy, escalating misery on backs of men, pressed trousers to the ground.  I watched oldest legs and how they could stand faces betraying strained... More

Andrew Ahmed

Residency Haikus

Residency Haikus  - Young men automate I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry in the Cameron House - the lead says it’s time to get up and dance. I sit and stab my whiskey. - In vibrant vintage two girls sigh their youth in half -hearted sways upfront - They pack their guitars plaid & beards.... More


Wasted Nights

Wasted Nights Evenings waste away to shattered dreams of fidelity in dark corners with kisses so far removed from familiarity. Though strangely familiar it may seem, as though another like had drifted upon an existence you once knew before, now squandered and left barren by new love and life the same. In an instant, time... More

Night Fun

Redskin Poet

Yesterday, I didn’t know how to love. Today, I’m showing you how to love. An admiration of grace, a natural charisma, unnerved. wickedly good, calm before the storm. An empathy setting like a sunset. I was the quiet one, sleeping like a giant. I was awaken by the ghosts, pushing and pulling the life out... More

Clouds 3

Piece of Pot

Piece of Pot By: Irene Lo   one green snapback that will be wet for the whole night because i sweat. a new pimple for a new day. chicks with picks. we dig up dirt to learn the one guy is younger. the other one eats dick. the sicilian dude said asians are hard workers... More

Magic Eye

Sweet Nothings

my thoughts toboggan in a hundred directions thinking of what your lips would feel like against my ear (pressed against every inch) how the words would be different when said directly to my skin “je veux te baiser” ultra-suede nothings, getting caught in my throat as the blush rises on my cheeks (pink flares like... More

I Love You

I Love You

“I LOVE YOU.”   You’re trapped somewhere between Neverland and Narnia, Pirouetting on a dirty space rock, Freefalling into Neptune.   “By George, don’t you care?”   You want to drink in the emeralds crazy glued to her lips, but Fall short of the requisite shot of courage; no chase. There’s a frog in your... More

Roxana Labaganara

You are the Perfect Courtier

She’s Turbulent like the wind, Contaminated the land of hearts of men, At night in the light like a shadow, Words of such a fine recipe – One willingly swallows, You are the Perfect Courtier Eyes bright of fire as the sun, Sheds light to what’s seen in the distance, Yet burning those that lie... More


Your Voice is Wine

Your voice is wine Your skin is milk To keep my heart pumping And my bones strong These thighs squeezing a hand These lips soothing throbbing bodies – Like full body finger painting with one shade – Bodies smearing pulsating lips Hands squeezing precious hips Keeping the bones healthy and Pumping my heart through Your... More



cinnamomum   Rusty knives slipping beneath thick, puffy tree skin— We walked along laurel forests of half-stripped trees little people chirping as they stretched and licked time clean— watching feet hold red bark tightly stuffing it with itself— vermilion butterflies among billows of heat pulling and biting at our swollen tongues and the pitter-pat of... More

Rare Lights

Growing Scared

Growing Scared I wonder how it came to be Standing in the thick of it One on the side of caution Another humble giant Calling out for me Reaching graceful skies Pouring into wishful clouds Wondering when eternity ends.     © – Ben Frisch 2013. To view more of Ben’s work or to contact... More


Red God Machine

Red God Machine Yield to the rebel fist of amok. Let the spark be your flame to eternity. Let your eternity be your footprint in the sand. Leave an imprint and never waste away.   God is a red man.   I am tough as the nails you build your ark with. I am the one... More



Longing If ever there were time to fly and soar upon the blackest sky: brave thunder, lightning, and heavy rain, t’would be to see your face again.   © – Anthony Leclair 2013 Image credit to Joe Ticar: joe@writeography.ca. To view more of his work or to contact him, click here.... More