The Crushing of Cotton Butterflies by Carol Stewart

The Crushing of Cotton Butterflies by Carol Stewart

Art: Ekaterina Shamilova (Model: Marie Dashkova) THE CRUSHING OF COTTON BUTTERFLIES The bed smells of potted meat – and us – last night’s bland feast. You’re eyeing the jar even now, scrolling news-feed on your laptop, hard edge digging into my...
Solitude by Michael Estabrook

Solitude by Michael Estabrook

Art: Memories from the Multiverse: Comfortably Between by Erik Leraz SOLITUDE Souls Watching the hermit nun Sister Wendy describe complex biblical scenes in 3 sentences reminded me once again to spend less time getting our finances in order and more time caring for...
A Vision by Mark Mitchell

A Vision by Mark Mitchell

Art: AI Epiphany by Alex Duensing A VISION “What then is life?” I cried— —P. B. Shelley The Triumph of Life (broken off final line)  A cross. A mirror. Not much else—silver gray light. Half a face—mine, stranded under bulbs too bright for this room. The cross is a...
Technique by Sanjeev Sethi

Technique by Sanjeev Sethi

Art: Throw Up Graffiti Before the Train Hits by Tony Adamo TECHNIQUE Incompletions gnaw instigating me to cross swords with self. Tattooed by nameless travesties I give into plowing wraiths of wasted seasons into choruses that chime: grammar and griffonage fit in with...
Pine nuts at lunchtime by Denise O’Hagan

Pine nuts at lunchtime by Denise O’Hagan

Art: Boré Ivanoff PINE NUTS AT LUNCHTIME It was in the way of things That a casual sighting in a supermarket trolley In front of me of a packet of nuts And I was a girl again Delighting in that lunch-hour of freedom From sitting straight-backed, blank-eyed At...
Before the party by Denise O’Hagan

Before the party by Denise O’Hagan

Art: A City for All by Aphrodite Lutz BEFORE THE PARTY It must have just stopped raining When we arrived. The road, licked for hours By the quiet slap of countless passing tyres, Gleamed blackly under the streetlamps Like wet liquorice. We sat for a moment Watching...