Constance Stadler Sulfur Sensual glossolalia Barstool mandrake Turning bulbous tip stick Into blazing aureola Soft lemon brimstone Daunting would-be suitors With malodorous pungency Existential requisite Industrial necessity Blinder of women Vitriol. A cadenza of images… …as I casually note… Your Daily Cataract Of Fulminate Blasphemy.
Nikki Wertheim Hallowed Be Thy Name The smell started gradually, then began to permeate the room with such force I felt I had been slapped across the face. I didn’t dare mention it out loud for fear of embarrassing my grandmother. After a few minutes, my mother chuckled and said it was time to changeContinue reading “#77”
Ainslee Meredith Bureau of Meteorology The blind man sold storms from the back of a taxicab. The taxicab was stolen, the rain had swollen it yellow like a grub belly. Thunderclouds split his fingers with bruises; little bones poked through the skin. Cold ash scorched the frank blackness of a dozen fog-heaps. He was sellingContinue reading “#76”
Aiko Harman Frog Dream In my dream, as you promised, We are hunting frogspawn I am surreptitious in a lake, With one lip above, And one below, The horizon of the water It’s very still, And I know nothing about frogspawn But imagine they do not breed in water Deep enough for me to beContinue reading “#75”
John Greiner Plush Curtains rise. Applause. The show is about to start. Please take your plush seats.
Charles P. Ries CIRCUS TOWN The clown saints were led into Circus Town by Monstro, the mountainous two-headed, four- armed juggler, who sprayed the sky with orbs of glowing light. Making the earth shake with each of his steps – a sainted alien perhaps? “We love you Lord, O Jesus, praise thy clowns,” came theContinue reading “#73”
William Soule C-Word Like so many before, he shoulders out of the doctor’s office, his heart heavy as a stool sample in the gaping mouth of its container, its lips cool as the stethoscope moments ago. He sinks his head to the steering wheel of his car, a restored AMC Gremlin clicking its own steadyContinue reading “#72”