
"Dear Loneliness" by Beth Day
DEAR LONELINESS You are the cold hand on the back of my neck the pulsing breath chained to my heart on days when the world grinds on my...

"The Gloaming" by William Howard Brown
THE GLOAMING Look, day is finished, night almost come. Dark mountains crowd the horizon, the sky awash in a pale half-light, air...

Virtual Open Mic IV
HIGH CHAIR We are drooling love-eaters Love lands on our trays in bite-sized chunks Some of it stringy and fibrous and other chunks sweet...

Virtual Open Mic III
HONESTY IN CHAOS I. A dusty garden of radishes So hot they burned my tongue My dead father’s deader dreams Long gone—and yet, I...