Author: Lion and Lilac
Two Poems|Cole Kelly
The brook Going home tonight on the baking pavement and soft orange peel sky, its slices lay on sidewalk and flutter branches sometimes warm the tips of my toes. I walk the bike tonight, I do not ride because I have nowhere fast to go. My heart is full not because I […]
Two Poems|Carl Palmer
Signs of the Times – 1960 Thank you was the only response from Mom, secretary of Gardner Cigarette and Vending, when the manager of the Tobacco Warehouse next door delivered me in tow to her office. He was drinking out of the “Colored” spigot. You need to learn him not to mix with them […]
Morphed Into Me|Candace Meredith|Fiction
I morphed there in front of him; my skin first turned to a wax so that my former self would be unrecognizable. He always said I needed to stop talking so my lips became more prominent – rounder, fuller, and red. In the sunlight my eyes turned to a gray unlike the hazel […]
Between Sheets|Allan Lake|Poetry
We’ve never conceived anything poetic together but we do love to sperm and egg each other on. Post composing, we repose on net. A safe house after committing transgressions on clean sheets of paper or on-line equivalent. Virgin ‘vellum’ is ravished, re-ravished, used, bruised, routinely refused – but neither of us lacks gall. […]
Two Poems|Ahmad Al-Khatat
Let’s Cure our Wounds Tears of pain don’t hurt us anymore. We collected heavy emotions and grief. We learned how to talk about our feelings, but not how to cure our wounds. We constantly question the things we do. And living has become a harder question than death. True happiness wears mournful clothing. […]