Category: coalitionworks2
Andrea Damic | Story + Photography
Andrea Damic | Story + Photography When Alone Reticent they stand in the dark secluded rooms. Empty eyes stare into space, miles away, revealing nothing. Only muffled sounds from the city’s streets rustle the musty air comfortably settled […]
Ivan de Monbrison | 2 Poems
A Ghost The earth is bleeding it’s not you who’s speaking there are fruits in the branches of the tree there is a silhouette sleeping in the shade of the tree and which is still unnamed for the […]
Elise Forslund | 3 Poems
Elise Forslund | 3 Poems Litany of My Humiliations after Erika L. Sanchez I spent my thirteenth year as a pillar of salt. Sitting on the dining room table, unshaken. In the winter, my hands bleed and my […]
Aaliyah Anderson | A Poem
The Critique And maybe the sublime doesn’t work. I’m sure goblins whisper to me. I say, some painters don’t think. You blink and blink and aren’t able to understand their hissing is toast deviating sodium. […]
Screams of Unfettered Minds | 3 Poems
Screams of Unfettered Minds | 3 Poems Monkey Speak DON’T TALK, JUST ACT Apply the walk, don’t be a dork Put together you’ll survive any weather Or you will fail, and that’s a fact DON’T SAY, JUST […]
Caleb James K. | 2 Poems
Caleb James K. | 2 Poems Urban Petting Zoo We don’t leave home much these days too dangerous with the turtle shells falling […]
Christina Chin / Mystic Poet Collaboration
Christina Chin / Mystic Poet Collaboration twists of a flint an electric dark bending thoughts towards the divine late return of her smile frozen awaiting what thoughts pass through her head windsurfing before the […]
Ivan de Monbrison | 2 Poems (Russian)
Призрак Земля в крови а не ты говоришь, на ветвях дерева плоды, в тени дерева есть силуэт, который спит в тени дерева и который на данный момент остается безымянной потому что ты не можешь понять если это силуэт […]
Leslie Cairns | 2 Stories
Leslie Cairns | 2 Stories The Sphinx Withdrawal I watch a Sphynx cat at my pet sitting job: unapologetically without fur, gentleness; wise in the way she stares at me as though she sees the morbid side of […]
Rose Malana | Anticipatory Grief
Rose Malana | Anticipatory Grief Perhaps, Angie thought, the universe is stored in the rat. Then, as quickly as she had the thought, she brushed away the thought and shoved her study papers away from her. It was […]
