Genesis
- anon
unicorns exist
- anon
unicorns were known to tread delicately
dropping like the snowflakes
that fell and danced
on her porch in the winter
but they were never real
they can’t be
they were too mysterious
and untouchable
the little girl watched such
revelations fall beyond her
behind her and below her
and didn’t notice
that a shiny coat of white
and a horny littered with love
was approaching her
behind her back
issue 6: ποιέω "to make" vol. 1
issue 5: meta
issue 40: hidden figures
Racing Stripes
- r.j. flannigan (bio)
Thick faded red and yellow stripes
on wood paneling and car hoods,
album covers and gym shorts.
Dad slipping into his last days of cool
though nobody bothered to tell him.
Autumn leaves up past my knees.
The white fur that grows
on my old buddy’s nose.
Long hair, high five,
slow dance, corduroy.
His whiskey whenever it snows.
Gray Monster
- r.j. flannigan (bio)
There's a little gray monster in my house
It doesn't respond to commands,
or show any emotion,
and only comes out to bite me
or throw up on the carpet.
Since housing the gray monster,
I have learned to manifest food
and cunningly steal poo
when nobody is watching.
The "gray monster", I call it,
as I ease down to my knees,
and peer under the bed to
find my monster's yellow eyes.
puzzle piece
- anon
maybe one day
he will realise
that those dark brown eyes that he glimpsed only so often fit together
with his own
like a puzzle piece
of blood
and
tears they were meant to be
1, 2, 3
- anon
1, 2, 3
You Never Meant To See This Side of Me.
1, 2, 3
To Love Is A Decree, I Never Saw You Flee.
mirage
- anon
on this horizon stands,
what hopes to remain.
undulating, weightless,
it never ceases to amaze
its innards lie empty
in a bout of existence
in the race
to become
matter.
lugaris
- anon
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