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“Strawberry Juice” by Lance Mazmanian — color, rage, and the stillness of no departures.
“You Turned Time Into Torture” by Kate Lewington — the weight of waiting, and the breaking point of love.
“Strawberry Juice” by Lance Mazmanian — color, rage, and the stillness of no departures.
“You Turned Time Into Torture” by Kate Lewington — the weight of waiting, and the breaking point of love.
“After Midnight” by Brittany Mazzatto
“Panfried Apples” by Erin Jamieson
“Vindication” by Jude Jones
Feel their beauty in your bones.
“After Midnight” by Brittany Mazzatto
“Panfried Apples” by Erin Jamieson
“Vindication” by Jude Jones
Feel their beauty in your bones.
It’s visceral, it’s raw, it pain bleeding onto the page, and it comes with audio recitation from the author. Check it out now!
It’s visceral, it’s raw, it pain bleeding onto the page, and it comes with audio recitation from the author. Check it out now!
It starts with a guy in a trash compactor but it ends… somewhere else entirely.
There’s a Hallway, a door that shouldn’t exist, a faceless man, and something else. Something … waiting.
It starts with a guy in a trash compactor but it ends… somewhere else entirely.
There’s a Hallway, a door that shouldn’t exist, a faceless man, and something else. Something … waiting.
Terribly beautiful touches of life - read them now.
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Terribly beautiful touches of life - read them now.
( @lauradehartyoung.bsky.social )
This is for the ones who keep writing anyway. Who make things even when they get told it’s “too much.”
Thank you to every beautiful soul who brought this to life. We’re just getting started.
This is for the ones who keep writing anyway. Who make things even when they get told it’s “too much.”
Thank you to every beautiful soul who brought this to life. We’re just getting started.
but at least the tits are thriving.
Stephanie Inverso’s “Retrograde Musings ~1.2” is a one-woman sermon on chaos, cleavage, and cosmic nonsense.
Mercury’s in retrograde. Laugh about it.
but at least the tits are thriving.
Stephanie Inverso’s “Retrograde Musings ~1.2” is a one-woman sermon on chaos, cleavage, and cosmic nonsense.
Mercury’s in retrograde. Laugh about it.
what’s left is the faint heat of disappointment,
the shrug of knowing you lived through it
Ed Ahern’s “Chilled Out” is a sharp, tired exhale—
a poem for anyone who’s been pissed off long enough
to finally cool down.
what’s left is the faint heat of disappointment,
the shrug of knowing you lived through it
Ed Ahern’s “Chilled Out” is a sharp, tired exhale—
a poem for anyone who’s been pissed off long enough
to finally cool down.
plastic eggs in June.
whiskey in the pews.
a hawk with fur in its claw.
“While the world winds down” by Matthew T. Hummer is now live. Read it with the lights low and your teeth clenched, seeing the creeping American decay
plastic eggs in June.
whiskey in the pews.
a hawk with fur in its claw.
“While the world winds down” by Matthew T. Hummer is now live. Read it with the lights low and your teeth clenched, seeing the creeping American decay
and for a while, it did.
then truth showed up like rot in a tooth.
“A Neighbor” by Susan Scutti is live now on TrashLight Press.
soft on the outside, treacherous on the inside.
and for a while, it did.
then truth showed up like rot in a tooth.
“A Neighbor” by Susan Scutti is live now on TrashLight Press.
soft on the outside, treacherous on the inside.
It’s not survival—it’s something older. Something slower.
#writingcommunity #poetry #feminist
It’s not survival—it’s something older. Something slower.
#writingcommunity #poetry #feminist
The micro-nations on your left foot are at it again—marching, warring, innovating weapons of mass destruction, and somehow dragging your thighs into global conflict.
This is body horror meets geopolitical satire, and it stings.
The micro-nations on your left foot are at it again—marching, warring, innovating weapons of mass destruction, and somehow dragging your thighs into global conflict.
This is body horror meets geopolitical satire, and it stings.