Wonderful seedless lemons are free
︎︎︎ Montana James Thomas
︎ May 13, 2025
The lawn is cut and the bees all panic, that is to say, it is a perfectly normal morning. And in the afternoon, the swans float and snort in still waters. And when night falls, the crickets come, hollering as always, as always, as always — a quiet trash fire in the ruins of Londinium, a broxy stew for sale on the corner of Broadway and 49th, a toothache.
The Fool
︎︎︎ Drew Mosman
︎ May 12, 2025
In March, I built you a bench,
cedar, with two short legs and a long body.
It held books, your cigarettes, my pants.
In May, you burnt my bench,
you used lighter fluid and matches.
In June, I wrote honestly about you for the first time,
the words come easily now.
In January, I told you about God,
something that I now regret.
cedar, with two short legs and a long body.
It held books, your cigarettes, my pants.
In May, you burnt my bench,
you used lighter fluid and matches.
In June, I wrote honestly about you for the first time,
the words come easily now.
In January, I told you about God,
something that I now regret.
I AM A MAGNET
︎︎︎ Haley Alani Rain Wood
︎ May 11, 2025
my soul magnetizes expansion
not only to carry rust
to create keys, locks, gates and
iron particle forever in my fingertips
the crystal always pierces the key hole
creates the component and pierces through
the structures so why not open it
completely evaporate to become
infinite material ,
i’ve been clearing the channels and
the light is instant
instinct holds and completion
is faced what was left open ,
why did it not evaporate with me
layer after layer iron particle saved me
the gates become ash
the key never changes mineral
while the lock crystallizes
, lighter
not only to carry rust
to create keys, locks, gates and
iron particle forever in my fingertips
the crystal always pierces the key hole
creates the component and pierces through
the structures so why not open it
completely evaporate to become
infinite material ,
i’ve been clearing the channels and
the light is instant
instinct holds and completion
is faced what was left open ,
why did it not evaporate with me
layer after layer iron particle saved me
the gates become ash
the key never changes mineral
while the lock crystallizes
, lighter
Texas Will Always Make Me Think of You
︎︎︎ Ginger Jones
︎ May 9, 2025
Our baby has our misty eyes
He’s my little shadow
But I can only grieve him
His daddy can’t drink anymore
Forgot all the plans we made
Remembering the threat of a good time
The way he would dance on my belly
As if we were made for each other
But I am the start now
Although roughly imagined
Not at all distant nor immediate
It’s becoming now
If I were out of smog and under clear skies
With my baby and my boy
If what you got isn’t what you want
Blame what you give
Even if you give it your all
He’s my little shadow
But I can only grieve him
His daddy can’t drink anymore
Forgot all the plans we made
Remembering the threat of a good time
The way he would dance on my belly
As if we were made for each other
But I am the start now
Although roughly imagined
Not at all distant nor immediate
It’s becoming now
If I were out of smog and under clear skies
With my baby and my boy
If what you got isn’t what you want
Blame what you give
Even if you give it your all
Birds, Hell & Rust
︎︎︎ Gülen Çelik
︎ May 8, 2025
He was like sugar,
rim on a glass.
Taking me from bar to bar
under his configuration.
His glistening face was unsculpted marble.
Tales of untold pity upheld him,
shoved forward to a combative drive.
Where is this man’s grand gear shift?
Rather, a ceremony of his malnourishment,
salivating at night, giving away.
So generous, I screamed out of joy.
Birds, his morning mockery.
Hell, bedside habit.
Rust, amorphous armor.
rim on a glass.
Taking me from bar to bar
under his configuration.
His glistening face was unsculpted marble.
Tales of untold pity upheld him,
shoved forward to a combative drive.
Where is this man’s grand gear shift?
Rather, a ceremony of his malnourishment,
salivating at night, giving away.
So generous, I screamed out of joy.
Birds, his morning mockery.
Hell, bedside habit.
Rust, amorphous armor.