It gives me great pleasure to present to you another slate of poets with immense breadth in their work.
Browsing all 15 posts in Issue 15.
Designed as tiny harmless pets their escape from the genetic lab was barely news worthy.
Don’t sit with your back to the door
Bending like light, fear circles my heart
Lay another one on me, Goosie” she said, flicking the ashes from her cigarette
This starship is
She walks in starlight spaceclad now with no need of a suit.
The sun rises from her skin like a ghost
Hairline flecks of iridescent metal light
her skin. Like Christmas in a decompression chamber
the informative sky would
darken only for a moment