Category Archives: Poetry

Fiona Perry The Jinn (Domestic AI Model #7) Miracles started happening when The Jinn arrived. Handbags, simulated diamonds, and roses materialized on my dining room table. Every morning abracadabra. The Jinn even alerted me to my mother’s terminal illness by … Continue reading →

Frank Coffman The Final Space Odyssey from the Journal of Under Officer, Ezekial B. Rogers, USSF               entry: 06.29.2072 “‘By the rockets’ red glare,’ we raced through thinning air And soon had left the atmosphere of Earth. It is … Continue reading →

  Chuck Von Nordheim Cataclysm Days: Captain John Pettit Continues to Cruise   Coral has brightened the gray concrete of submerged cities Time must have flowed at a different rate in these waters Can a mariner endure a sea without … Continue reading →

Richard Magahiz When the Capital Fell   I, John, my thumbprint and my cheek swab Titanium dogface mook with a glass aorta. I still see scorpions striding in plain sight, Six-winged drones hid not their faces   The queuing ones … Continue reading →

Andrew Kozma All These Different Flavors of Smells   Every age has its own patina on the tongue. And the way the gloss of sunlight sugars the eye. The years as they pass slough like rot. It’s how citrus split … Continue reading →

Maria Schrater Lindworm Begs His Latest Wife in Silence   Strip a skin from me for every bride I set my fangs in, swallowed, mulled to Venom wine   And shed one in return, silk softer than Yourself, it snags … Continue reading →

Marisca Pichette If I could speak   Catching seashells              tripping dashing over sand sinking up to my ankles, I              falter, waves caressing your presence away.   Kneeling between … Continue reading →

LindaAnn LoSchiavo Abecedarian: Apparitions Beckon Cautiously, Determined Apparently, apparitions can see clearly in daylight. They spied me butterflied on the dusty tiled floor of the top floor’s bathroom. Cautiously, I’d hidden after the haunted house tour, cupping lullaby silk in … Continue reading →

  Marcus Whalbring Hunger   There’s a werewolf in our town again. Its first victim, an insurance salesman found, what was left of him, the next morning in a shopping cart in the parking lot at Wal-Mart.   The newspaper … Continue reading →