An Unquiet Mind: Thoughts of the Window Cleaner While Falling from the Tallest Building in Boston – Rachael Z. Ikins

The feeling of air as hiccuped rope-knots shake their fists. How many floors is the city’s tallest building? You are at the top a squeegee in your left hand, your penis sucking itself into its pelvic shell, shriveling your balls after it. The sincerity of Fall. Your lunch rises in your gorge, hotdogs/sauerkraut, you have […]

An Unquiet Mind: Thoughts of the Window Cleaner While Falling from the Tallest Building in Boston – Rachael Z. Ikins

Quiet reminder of horror – Candice Louisa Daquin

Oh, how it happenssoft as lover’s touchthere you are againclutching cooling clothesas they wheel her limp body offyour name on her dry lipsan entreaty; help mewhen you cannotno act of kindness, sufficientfor suffering has its own brand of losswe all tumble togetherto a place of mysterywhere I may leave this small tiled building one daywithout […]

Quiet reminder of horror – Candice Louisa Daquin

An Unquiet Mind: Curse of the Virgin- Rachael Z. Ikins

He skims away from the school bus, skateboard under one arm, plaid pajama bottoms flap the news; another day closer to July and no shooter. A dragon blocks the book store entrance, her face’s skin rutted burnt roads. Faded kerchief around her head, stockings ladder her legs, lace-up black heels for stomping. She brandishes a […]

An Unquiet Mind: Curse of the Virgin- Rachael Z. Ikins

An Unquiet Mind – Tamara Fricke

I do not believesambas don’t illuminate your day,that quartets remain in concert hallsor jazz ensembles don’t pursue youthrough the brazen grocery aislesdemanding you break 4/4 timewith artichoke maracas.How do word-pounded pagesnot scream in your ears?How do you not narrate every habitualnuance of every simplest task?Do you even know what colorAugust is? What shape 9tastes like? […]

An Unquiet Mind – Tamara Fricke

Pip’s Last Visit – Trisha Leigh Shufelt

Spill the tea, Miss HavishamDine on the moldering wedding cakeSip grief from your dusty tea cupsScatter the dried rose petalsfrom your musty bridal bouquetover the gossamer spider websand candle wax drippingsAll that once was and will never beis hidden behind your tattered virgin veilOnly the mice that nip anguishfrom your festering fleshknow the heartbreakyour tongue […]

Pip’s Last Visit – Trisha Leigh Shufelt

The Well of Childhood Haunting – Annette Kalandros

A shadow in the frame—Always, always….No escape possible.Eternal, its strengthand size shifting at timesto delicate and nothing much,fooling me into believingI have emerged, triumphant.Yet, the shadow,no matter how faint,is never conquered,and I am never triumphant.Whispering,spitingits white noise poisonsinto my earas it stands, faintly seen,behind me,exercising strengthnot humanover the fifty yearsof truth I have livedto cast […]

The Well of Childhood Haunting – Annette Kalandros

what does it mean

mbrazfield (c) 2024

by the dirty window i sit
to watch people survive
there is no pool with living waters
no eternal flames
perhaps a rancid puddle
radiation fuming through
and a block away chalk lines
in the fetal position
my ego dies at the end
of the morning
there is a warm toxicity
in their eyes
we all beg in different ways
my lips half ass parted in warning
synapses remind me i should let be
and watch it unfold
like a ledger owed
in this house of spoiled wealth