On Cocaine

/ Scott Manley Hadley / Misc
There was a time when cocaine could be bought in a chemist

Torpid Slivers #32

/ Colin Raff / Misc
If you think C and D are exactly alike, accept that you will never find out where the treasure is hidden.

Torpid Slivers #31

/ Colin Raff / Misc
They say a sailor’s lot is rougher now than it’s ever been.

Torpid Slivers #30

/ Colin Raff / Misc
This costume, designed after Haugrellet’s “Bivaloum Racing Along the Glaubenberg Pass,” is of azure satin with golden bands, buttons, tassel and mask trimming.

Where Are the Children- Raina J. León

/ Jasminne Mendez / Misc, Poetry
Consolation when a fire crown splits the body, a thumb-print mark emerges, unspooling into the […]

Where Are the Children- Leslie Contreras Schwartz

/ Jasminne Mendez / Misc
Description: *Names listed are the names of missing children in Texas I wrote this poem […]

Where Are the Children- Emily Pérez

/ Jasminne Mendez / Misc, Poetry
Description: Several years ago I read an article in the Wall Street Journal about the […]

Where Are the Children- M. Soledad Caballero

/ Jasminne Mendez / Misc
Bone Breakers The bones will rise, that is what Ezekiel says. Grey and dusty, buried […]

Where Are the Children- Patricia Garcia

/ Jasminne Mendez / Misc
Korea, 1959 no orphan no baby box no baby box no mother’s hair no mother’s […]

Torpid Slivers #29

/ Colin Raff / Misc
Even the best of us, in our tender years, were at some moments cruel to other children.

Lust Thrust Thursdays: Safe Word

/ Justin Holliday / Misc
Safety is knowing / every word you wish to say: your lips cracked, / tongue twisted when I claw my path

Vlad Interviews: John Yamrus

/ Vlad Savich / Misc
“What kind of a role does a poet play in American society?” ...Nothing. None. Poets are court jesters...

Call for Submissions: Hawk & Whippoorwill

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Submit to a series of chapbooks dedicated to endangered and threatened animals in New England.

Torpid Slivers #28

Torpid Slivers #27

/ Colin Raff / Misc
Said to resemble the traditional clown Charmident, the Armored grass cricket’s head can grow to roughly the size of an adult

Who Cares?

/ Anahid Nersessian / Misc
The answer to “who cares?” in its usual rhetorical sense is “no one.”

Torpid Slivers #26

/ Colin Raff / Misc
It shall come pointless humanoid forming, in a hull of gold [........]...] Yes, gold. piloted by molluscs

Vlad Interviews: Jake St. John

/ Vlad Savich / Misc
A cousin that died years ago visited me in my dream once and he told me that God looked like a giant green frog.