Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers

Here I am. Beergut, oyster sauce on my t-shirt, pantlegs twisted into corkscrews. I am the poem no one wants. I have been rejected from 17 blogzines, 5 of them fledgling, and not once with anything but a lousy-arse form letter. All I have been treated with is apathy, all those smug & coddled editorContinue reading “Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers”

Hair Tied Up in Madness —Marysa Writes

My hair is a prelude to my mental illness, an introduction to the dissatisfaction with stability within me; The first time I ever dyed my hair, I was sixteen, a peak in the development, rather lack thereof; my brain once a high-functioning factory, now a run-down fun house, cracked mirrors replacing every assembly line thatContinue reading “Hair Tied Up in Madness —Marysa Writes”

Dadaist Collage Poems 1 & 2 — Elmediat

In 1920, one of the founding members of Dada, Tristan Tzara, wrote instructions for making a Dada poem, leaving the responsibility of selecting words and communicating ideas up to chance rather than the artist. Here are Tzara’s instructions: TO MAKE A DADAIST POEM Take a newspaper. Take some scissors. Choose from this paper an articleContinue reading “Dadaist Collage Poems 1 & 2 — Elmediat”

Four Walls —Danica Aquino

I awoke from a dream loaded with a deep sense of urgency and defeat both coinsiding in my guts, the air is stuffed, suffocating, I sit straight on the bed, sweat dripping from my neck down to my navel, I kick against the sheets tangled around my ankles, Where am I? I fumble through theContinue reading “Four Walls —Danica Aquino”


This air has a persistent feeling of death. I can hear cries of mothers. Their wail is loud enough to choke the molecules around my ear yet I keep my eyes on the wall and watch the bricks falling. Sitting inside a home feels worse when spring is falling asleep. On the tender branch ofContinue reading “Effervescent—Sameera”

Fate Still Takes It’s Breath —Michael33

I suppose it doesn’t matter If it rhymes Life is full of circumstance The hourglass of time Though hands may sometimes Reach across the veil to touch the heart Fate… Is still the final work of art I suppose it doesn’t matter In the dawn If yesterday stood face to face Cross lines that hadContinue reading “Fate Still Takes It’s Breath —Michael33”

Conversation with Ocean —Ashu Writes

What is the story about your tides that rises and falls, or do they play with those sands as the evening calls. I think the children love when those tides touch their feet, as the sun comes everyday for the birds to greet. along those sands damp and brown, during twilight the fishermen are hasteningContinue reading “Conversation with Ocean —Ashu Writes”

Switch —M S Jadeli

They wait for me beyond the door To steal from me my somber scene To play in hue and nothing more They dot my view with rose and green The peonies, new on the scene A princely frog kerplunks in ditch From gloom to bright, a magic switch Read more —MSJadeli @ Tao Talk EverContinue reading “Switch —M S Jadeli”

Ouroboros —Erik Shinker

Do I just reiterate the same sentiments? Over and over and over again. An ouroboros devouring himself in an infinite, revolving wheel. This serpent’s tail is more venomous than its teeth. The end and beginning in self-same destruction. by Erik Shinker Read more —Perpetually Past Due Who have us has not felt this sentiment? AContinue reading “Ouroboros —Erik Shinker”