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Poetry by Juliette Sebock

Wintergreen

I could never drink root beer,
Which was a shame when we went to the soda shop
And everyone crossed the intersection
For a dollop of ice cream in their nearly-too-cold cup.
It tasted like it smelt,
And it smelt like walking on Pop-Pop’s back
And brushing against his psoriasis
And not asking about the scar that ran up his spine.… Read more “Poetry by Juliette Sebock”

Poetry by Kate Garrett

Spectrum

Looking up at the sky when I was five, it seemed
to me no one else could see it. This one wasn’t falling
but it was too big and too bright blue-yellow-
white and there were too many people beneath it.

My mother dragged me out the door, chasing margaritas,
ignored my trembling goldfinch shoulders, did not
understand why I was sick on the floor of the Mexican
restaurant across the street from our apartment.… Read more “Poetry by Kate Garrett”

Poetry by Ben Wright

Depression

I’ll be in the meadow
picking flowers today,
but if you call me,
I’ll come right home.

A big bouquet
of purple and blue –
I’ll gather a bunch
and bring them back.

Call me home
if I am late picking
my scorpion grasses,
sad and sweet.

If night falls
and I’m not back,
have no worries;
I’ll be on the way.… Read more “Poetry by Ben Wright”

“The Giant’s Heel” by Lannie Stabile

My skull is beneath a giant’s heel
He rocks it leisurely back and forth
Across the clouded, chewed cement
Taunting, tempting and teasing me

A pressure has been culminating for decades

He bellows gleefully, foot poised just so
His titanic weight balances precariously
Above the weak skin shielding my temple
Smile wide, he depresses experimentally

Pain trickles through clenched, grinding teeth

It is whimsy to him, my life, my lucidity
Just something he can play with at will
While I can barely see or hear anymore
The giant Foxtrots atop my eyes and ears

Spittle leaks from miserable, bile-filled cheeks

There is bloodlust in his bulging limbs now
He tastes the terror licking behind my mind
A birdlike skull such as mine is merely dust
In the momentum of a heavy, cobbled boot

A soul ruptures, and one thousand screams flee


Lannie Stabile likens the process of creative writing to spanking ketchup:  grueling, but necessary.  More works can be found in MonsteringCellar Roots, Westland Writes, The Knight’s Library, and Wet Electric Blanket. You can find her on Twitter @LanniePenland.… Read more ““The Giant’s Heel” by Lannie Stabile”

“Box Spring Monster” by Amy Alexander

This monster under my bed is a mud woman,
dug from beneath the body keep,
creek water sauldered,
breakfast, lunch, and dinner breasts.

Belly, you’d think I’ve lived there
for how it pulls,
a thousand memories
I can’t quite capture
whisper vespers, suspect,
unsavory
Might savor me,
yet I am fixed,
and will not flee.… Read more ““Box Spring Monster” by Amy Alexander”

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