“Bound” by: Nyk Robertson
Breasts trussed Ace bandage Metal talons Holding me together Skin pierced Chest tight Breaths short Heart beats against its cage Fat molds Muscles...
Breasts trussed Ace bandage Metal talons Holding me together Skin pierced Chest tight Breaths short Heart beats against its cage Fat molds Muscles...
i want to do something to impress you: shoot zigzags of purple lightning from my eyeballs, nonchalantly float cars until they whirlpool around me in a circle, c...
I changed direction from arbitrary / north for parallel / galaxies & finite ends that bleeds one to next; this drain is not a pool in which to swim w...
i wonder how often you have to microwave grapefruit before it feels like my tight asshole how many paintbrushes i have broken massaging biology beneath spotted ...
TW: suicide A letter to my sister, Ericka Dear Ericka: Exactly three months have passed since you sat in your small American car, faced a r...
I wave goodbye and I take my pills I smile at nothing and I take my pills I write a bad poem and I take my pills I taste the cold steel gun and I take my...
TW: abuse My childhood’s secure within the borders of faded photographs, the child me I barely remember, the one who called his mother sweetheart because...
There is a 7-year cycle of economic crash The sun never set within the British territories The yingzheng of Qin burned all the bamboo books And buried all the C...
dn simmers is an on line special editor with Fine Lines. He is in the current Common Ground Review and Poetry Salzburg Review. He is in two anthologies i...
The eyes that see this story are waving at me ecstatically, are eyes that will flower erratically into the formless buttocks of the animal kingdom is showing it...