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"The owls are not what they seem," read the winning haiku from our David Lynch themed contest

"The owls are not what they seem," read the winning haiku from our David Lynch themed contest
Over the weekend we held a David Lynch themed haiku contest, and while many haikus evoked the spirit of Lynch, none were as stunning as Julie Rea’s incredibly haunting haiku. Read it below.  Haiku (Inspired by a David Lynch chracter) By Julie Rea  Owl stomach fat with souls;                                          Demons lurk in childhood homes,                                          black lodges;... Read more »

Three Poems by Martha Kinkade

Three Poems by Martha Kinkade
Three Poems By Martha Kinkade          Ghost Words   Sometimes, I dress the dead. Salt-Sea-Shark. Venomous-Blind-Worm. Hell is murky as I walk in-between words. I starve in this echoing place. It aches before color begins. It’s not impossible that everything dresses itself in blonde. This interior is just a fly blur. You... Read more »

Tweet us a haiku as your favorite David Lynch character!

Tweet us a haiku as your favorite David Lynch character!
Are you a fan of the bizarre, of the strange, of the completely weird? Did you binge watch Twin Peaks in two nights? Do you hallucinate random white horses appearing in your living room? Whenever you pass a meadow in the suburbs, do you ever check the grass twice to see if there’s a disembodied ear? Do... Read more »
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Two poems by Gail Goepfert

Two poems by Gail Goepfert
Two Poems  By Gail Goepfert  Stilling the Day   Trills and twitters of early morning wakes me, nearly lulls me back to sleep and then comes a rest on the music’s page for a measure or two. The silence stirs my listening as I wait with the birds for the day to move on. And... Read more »

these dreams I have; by Ariane Elizabeth

these dreams I have; by Ariane Elizabeth
these dreams I have;  By  Ariane Elizabeth        these dreams I have;     our son rolls on a bed of glass, the shards, now constellations across his sides, the shape of mustangs and lunar eclipses. i remove stars, one     by     one as butterflies climb from holes in the wall, monstrous deep purple... Read more »

Three Poems by Rosie Garland

Three Poems by Rosie Garland
Three Poems By Rosie Garland          The Museum of Terrible Objects   A lifetime of clipped toenails, reattaching to your toe. A sheep that bleats the works of Shakespeare in Morse Code. Today, the Comedies.   A jar of starving wasps. The ghosts beneath your bed formed into fists. A dog in... Read more »
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Two Poems by Joseph Meads

Two Poems by Joseph Meads
Two Poems By  Joseph Meads [Hyacinth blue smeared]   Hyacinth blue smeared like blood up this sin, the silence of certain skies, the knock-em-dead mentality of promise. Memories swindle like autumn this: the tufts, the most southern of brunette tufts.             Of Berryman’s Dream Songs   In a hotel in... Read more »

Becoming, a short story by Kate Weinberg

Becoming, a short story by Kate Weinberg
Becoming  By Kate Weinberg    Jonathon doubted I could become a horse and so I didn’t show him the bottoms of my feet growing coarser. In bed, I kicked away from him and covered my mouth when he fucked me from behind, because I couldn’t moan anymore without whinnying slightly. He didn’t notice at first—he... Read more »

Three Poems on Dreams by Joris Soeding & Tasneem Hussain

Three Poems on Dreams by Joris Soeding & Tasneem Hussain
Three Poems on Dreams By  Joris Soeding  & Tasneem Hussain            Red Hands Near Six Lanes     It wasn’t the gray walls or to tower an unaccustomed staircase eventually it would be the room slippery with blood to pry for answers from whomever was left, panting they turn out to... Read more »
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Two Poems by Kierstin Bridger

Two Poems by Kierstin Bridger
Two Poems By  Kierstin Bridger     Because Now There Are School Shootings   This morning hollowed holy draped white by last night’s storm— sheers dim with little light. not quite seven yet.   In this alpine bowl the pond looks forgotten, canticle of crumb-sharks still circle after dreaming.   They must exist, immune from... Read more »