Tech Tree
︎︎︎ Andrés Salas
︎ Mar 6, 2026
Grow out of underground
Stonehenge. Jag, red, up/down like a foreign
stock market, and grow inside my
bed pillows, you mosses. You vines there
grow green.
I built a computer rig in the
highest limbs there, rigged to
blow; watch the top branches break
and soar when I
click this heart.
Stonehenge. Jag, red, up/down like a foreign
stock market, and grow inside my
bed pillows, you mosses. You vines there
grow green.
I built a computer rig in the
highest limbs there, rigged to
blow; watch the top branches break
and soar when I
click this heart.
Andrés Salas is a poet living in Queens.
Kosher salt
︎︎︎ R.J. Schmitz
︎ Mar 5, 2026
Everybody is so spineless these days, I dreamt
I sucked the whole marrow out of their bones
and replaced it with yearnings and grief
and I wake up and their bones are once again empty
because nothing can be contained in a porous body.
I sucked the whole marrow out of their bones
and replaced it with yearnings and grief
and I wake up and their bones are once again empty
because nothing can be contained in a porous body.
R.J. Schmitz is a self-proclaimed writer.
Poem About Death
︎︎︎ Wallace Mack
︎ Mar 4, 2026
"What's it like?" he asked
"it's like freshly fallen snow
it comes in a hurry
fierce and stinging
but after the winds have lulled
it's quiet and muffled
sometimes you can hear the bare treetops
crackling and breaking into one another
it's that bare patch in the woods
where under the full moon
even a doe and her fawn
quickly pass through
on the diamond-frosted snow
it's in that bare patch
where you feel it
where the footprints are the deepest
where only one man's feet will turn red and blister”
"Does it hurt?" he asked
"It doesn't hurt
so much as it aches
it's a gradual numbing
an erosion of the glimmer in the eyes
it's a longing foghorn
hanging in the choppy current
it'll echo for a time
until our ears forget to hear it"
"it's like freshly fallen snow
it comes in a hurry
fierce and stinging
but after the winds have lulled
it's quiet and muffled
sometimes you can hear the bare treetops
crackling and breaking into one another
it's that bare patch in the woods
where under the full moon
even a doe and her fawn
quickly pass through
on the diamond-frosted snow
it's in that bare patch
where you feel it
where the footprints are the deepest
where only one man's feet will turn red and blister”
"Does it hurt?" he asked
"It doesn't hurt
so much as it aches
it's a gradual numbing
an erosion of the glimmer in the eyes
it's a longing foghorn
hanging in the choppy current
it'll echo for a time
until our ears forget to hear it"
Wallace Mack is an American author and poet. His newest release is PURE YOUTH with Plague Circus Press.
Also by Wallace: Prayer
Also by Wallace: Prayer
REVELATION IN YORE
︎︎︎ Evan Gray
︎ Mar 3, 2026
stars eating rocks by numbers
below the fastest rapids his mother was
near a meadow an old woman in the road
waiting for visitors the church pews empty
then suddenly it is Sunday the family of the lost one cough
all service share trail camera pictures in the foyer
of the sanctuary in the woods of home all the time
tripping the flash off infected rhododendron roots
green turns to black there a dying robin nest
falling out on the fenceline when it gets below freezing
this morning put back by a woman
like the mother but not the mother
it couldn’t be baby bird with eyes
like a record playing or pile of sticks breaking
below the fastest rapids his mother was
near a meadow an old woman in the road
waiting for visitors the church pews empty
then suddenly it is Sunday the family of the lost one cough
all service share trail camera pictures in the foyer
of the sanctuary in the woods of home all the time
tripping the flash off infected rhododendron roots
green turns to black there a dying robin nest
falling out on the fenceline when it gets below freezing
this morning put back by a woman
like the mother but not the mother
it couldn’t be baby bird with eyes
like a record playing or pile of sticks breaking
Evan Gray is the author of Thickets Swamped in Fence-Coated Briars. He lives in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
Hysterical bonding
︎︎︎ Sam Cooke
︎ Mar 2, 2026
Left Eye image spirit squats
with Eric Cartman plushie
Nosedives into my
mantle of forgetting
Explodes calcified plaque
Exposes more hours
in mosquito fig swamp
More hours in polluted
jellyfish gulf and other things
I am not prepared to disclose
I stand in the heat for hours
to make myself thirsty
I spent twenty years unable
to live without shame
Cicadas scream
over the sound of television
Sun blots over the color of
transparent window
transparent air
with Eric Cartman plushie
Nosedives into my
mantle of forgetting
Explodes calcified plaque
Exposes more hours
in mosquito fig swamp
More hours in polluted
jellyfish gulf and other things
I am not prepared to disclose
I stand in the heat for hours
to make myself thirsty
I spent twenty years unable
to live without shame
Cicadas scream
over the sound of television
Sun blots over the color of
transparent window
transparent air