Located in the mid of a dell, the Blue Moon Bar is a hangout for the unusual and obscure. Crowds gather between the forgotten hours of the damp dry nights. Alternative music coruscates through the thick dim lighted air. The bartender invites everyone ordering a drink with an old whore … More Blue Moon Bar – Chris Joseph Stancato

I run through the dark forest, the place I return to every night. My feet stomp through the snow, leaving footsteps behind me. The sounds of crows flapping their wings and their calls fill the air as the sounds of trees rustling behind me gets closer. I run faster through … More Stuff of Nightmares – Yaniv Belker

    was the name of a story I wrote about you in creative writing class,   back before I knew how to arrange words on paper and coax them into   meaning. You could tell me it was sand they scried in the crystal, not beads,   but sand … More Beads in the Hourglass – Miniver Kundrata

emotional black hole man fights woman (police come) imploding psychiatric smorgesbord man kills woman (with gun) cruise prozac strip turns self over (law prevails) jugglers toss your sanity at gunpoint spends rest of life (in jail) jitterbugging on tightrope no net man fights woman (police come) this time/life/book of perversities … More The Six O’clock News – Sara E. Pearl

I made a promise to myself Knowing that, should I break It, the garden in my thoughts Would wilt and decay, Leaving not one seed behind: See, no matter what you Do, or how hard you try, with that Scheming mind and the mouth that Longs to joy with my … More The Day I Lost Myself – Christina Batista

My mother is in heaven   In fact, she is a lot of things A compiled list of complicated concepts That force the world to know She is an identity of her own   My mother is a flower   In more ways than just her name A favorite regardless … More Dahlia – Mia Orris

    Blood-choked cries and the shots heard ‘round the world did not quite reach Washington.

My sister stands behind me. I sit on a black folding chair. My head bobbles as she pulls my “friends” out of my hair. Even with her skills, it is still a daunting task and not for the faint of heart. She lathers in some special cream that only Empire … More Knotted Hair – Madelyn Gibson

Have you not noticed (as you lie beside me night after night) that I (as well as you) long for the time when we did not lie beside each other but lay together

A saber slashing freely at the page, A feral staccato dance built of Conte’ crayons, inspiration in a mirror of Titanium white, Mars black, Scarlet red. The Phantom face stretched in minutes– its life is frozen: a gray, paper continuum. “Who…? Who are you?”—yet speechless it returns a stare.   … More The Stygian Self – Travis Clayton Wright