Homefree…by G. Mramor
Got drunk in the citysludge tonight. Ran the pockets lined with dough. Struck a poorman to his death and salvation. Regret the cigarette lost to a poker. Remember always that summer in november. Bronze days without remorse. Ugly throats for the hugging. Pruning babes for the sucking. Limp bodies for the fucking. Gather with the lonely doves. Drink the thirty-one days done.
Snowblind…by G. Mramor
Burning snow and cold hands
Black the dress wrinkled white
Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes
Snowblind the dreams hanging from the widow tree. Snowblind the naked doll bending down a wrinkled star. Snowblind the toy soldiers in the smoke of dreams. Snowblind falling this ruin the river ran in me.
Somewhere snowblind my father sits her on his lap. Somewhere snowblind he’s still her god.…
Fun… by Brittney Bullock
“At the Edge” by Bryce Herrington
It was for the fun of it,
or so I thought.
I’d do it for the fun of it,
for the great surprise
and greater purpose of living on an edge-
I guess I’d forgotten it’d already been defined,
before in some past time,
and re-defined again;
a proper name to call the truth-
and already properly lived on,
My balancing act was nothing new.