Menos Pan, Mas poesia
Francisco Orozco

1. My family traces our origin to Jaslico, Mexico. My grandfather was illiterate. But knew how to read corn. I am glad that I still remember Mexico like that. I am glad I remember humility like that.


The Woods
Kenneth Norwood

The front door began to shake violently and splinters of dead wood began to dance in the air with each attempt to break it down by the beast. Moonlight had broken through the blanket of clouds and began to illuminate the inside. I knew we wouldn’t make it. I knew that we couldn’t out run this beast anymore–I had to face it.


Nightmarish Scenes
Justine Duhayon

and other cerebral stimulants
A tube of vaseline and a heavy smell
of hallucinating narcotics


2 Poems
Amanda Beckhusen

Eyes down, talk to yourself, it keeps them away.
Your devout lack of fucks propels you forward.


apartment three
KHALIL ANTHONY

CAN WE SEE YOUR ID
CAN WE SEE YOUR ID
CAN WE SEE YOUR ID
CAN WE SEE YOUR ID
CAN WE SEE YOUR ID
CAN WE SEE YOUR ID
CAN WE SEE YOUR ID


poems involving the sky
Jason Stoneking

Everybody already knows
all that shit
about how we are all
made out of stardust.
And everybody knows
that the cosmos
are made up
of human dreams.


More Than Ten
Sue Ball


…8…
Alice Preat


Six Poems In Two Languages
Xavier Jones

I am still mute, so kiss me
And put words in my mouth
I imagine I shall agree without hesitation
Let this be done in the rain
For my eyes will inevitably speak


18 =  i was drowning then i became water.: mantras, musings and get-on ups!
Khalil Anthony Peebles

today’s mantra. Find the magic and stay there. You’ll see how far you’ll go.