by Vera

Stumbling Rumpled - by Vera

Rumpled
like this dead land of rubble.

Rumpled
like the beliefs
quaking
in folds of my brain.

Rumpled
like Lon-scented blankets
on his bed
in the trailer.

And stumbling this morning,
from
Emma's feather-fine pale blond hairs
on the other pillow.

by Kaitlin

Crochet Guerrillas - by Kaitlin


We scoot in at sundown,
flashlights in our teeth,
to wrap chill metal
in a pre-measured cuff of wild warmth,
whipstitching up the side to secure,
snip-snip
top it with Mae's freaky failed glove,
and shrieking with glee
we pound around the corner
to Jamie's waiting Jetta,
squealing
laughing
gone.

Softening the urban landscape
one cold post
at a time.

by Javier

Last Laugh - by Javier

You taunt me, sukka
from away over there
on the sidewalk.

You think it's funny?
You think I look crazy
with mold and leaking dying juices?
Step closer, sukka.

Step closer, I'll tell you
what it means to laugh
at the only jack-o-lantern
left on the street.

Closer.

I'll breathe my putrification on you,
you laugh at me.

Your skin starts to peel
your nose will melt down
alongside your mouth,
blackening teeth,
jawbone exposed,
goop running south from your eye sockets...

Alright get outta here
before I bite your ankles.

Sukka.

by Thalia

Influenza has rendered me imaginationless for the moment.

Tune in soon for more from the voices, who are suspiciously waiting patiently in line for the virus to finish its dirty work...

by Deyna

Trapped Pictsy - by Deyna

Welted glass tears layering her cheek,
she silent made.

Permeating wing sweat,
spraying wide,
she flapping so hard.

Skin oozing poison,
she transforming to hate.

by Jimmy G.

Invasion of the Kingdom - by Jimmy G.


Ant brigade marching
around the toilet -
I lean over from my throne
squishing-squish-squishing
as fast as I can.

by Ellory

Pumpkin Tossers - by Ellory

Well if you ask me,
I think
pumpkins are
big fat porky
emotionless
beings
without a waist.

Like me.

I'm dying for these guys
to drop just one.

They haven't yet.