paul tristram

Cardboard City by Paul Tristram

The Winter winds blow cold and hard under the desolate railway bridge but at least he won’t be waking up to a policeman urinating upon him this far out from the city [...]

October 1, 2014

here is a list of things you left behind by Alison Leigh Znamierowski

10) purple clovers plucked & siphoned by hungry mouths on summer walks, discarded into roadside fields 9) a missing [...]
Two Poems by Shoshanna Beale

Lost In this grey and desolate world I wander like a ghost through haunted cityscapes and narrow muted streets, and I search [...]
First Time In Paradise? by Gary Berg

It was still dark when he pulled out of the truck stop and headed up Highway 99 to Chico, a toothpick out the side of his [...]
On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello

Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. [...]
Queen of the Underworld and other poems by Chloe DeFilippis

4, 3, 2, 1 under the green light bulb narcissus pinched plucked breast to breast fingers fist pushed deep into the hollow of [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

I don’t want to sit down. My stomach is roaring, but my mind is roaring louder. “Don’t go close to them. They think [...]
How were we to know? by Daniel Von der Embse

A small, scented patch of paper is all that remains of the time we lived together above the all-night barbershop on [...]
Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem

Heresy for the Nonbeliever / Mistaking Real Things for Shadows No refuge here, not with you no room for my veiled language [...]
Six Poems by Daniel Burttram

Another Draw She waits for him in their car, out in the parking lot, hoping that a train won’t pass—cutting through [...]
Some Nice Words by Jenya Doudareva

“Something’s happened” I overheard As I noted the people were rushing away Trying not to look nervous (were they [...]
De Stijl by Sarah Vernetti

Claire stands and struggles to find her balance. The walls, the floor, the ceiling converge as a single plane, the seams [...]
The Cooks Alphabet by Ken Poyner

I am having my way with the waitress. Her dress is bunched up about her waist and her panties are dangling at one ankle, [...]