by Preston Smith | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
Preston Smith “‘Cause I know I’m a sinner, but I could be a saint in your head.No, I don’t got religion, but I’ll tip my hat to the dead.”—VÉRITÉ, “Saint” If I knew how to be alone, I woulddeconstruct the fairy tales of my mindand live somewhere in betweenthe fabrics...
by Neal Sandin | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
The air buzzes without echoRed grass scrapes our shoulders and saddle bagsBehind us unseen swarm men with guns and rotten teethWhispering our sin through cracked lips.No one has been here beforeWe steer a wide berth around buildings silhouettedLike thorns among...
by Erin Bryant Petty | Dec 13, 2021 | Issue #3, Issues
shame keeps me warm at nightburns bright in my bonesburnished to a glow bywincing ruminations about yougutted with the loss ofwhat could have beengrateful the door neveropened widerto let in more welted regretlivid on my skinhurricaned with wounds thatlast foreverwhat...
