Leftovers by Alexandra Englehart

His crème brûlée is starting to grow mold, Cream and yolk separating Like he and I on the sidewalk that night, Slowly but steadfast, No chance of reconnecting. Our jambalaya has hardened, The peppers and onions have soured And turned to mush. Condensation drips from the lid like our Conversations after he decides I am not what he wants, quick and to the point, no real flavor left. This refrigerator is full of boxes, bags, and Tupperware; Hands I still want to hold and Voices…Continue Reading “Leftovers by Alexandra Englehart”

Toast by Alexandra Englehart

I want you to feel me in your veins like fire: darkening, hardening, burning. I want to melt over you, under you, inside you like butter. Lay me down, spread me out until I seep inside, a taste you can’t get rid of. I want to break you in two, feed on the soft parts, feel you crunch in the middle. I want to throw you away, the pieces that don’t matter. the tasteless edges: lifeless, broken pieces, So there’s nothing left for anyone else….Continue Reading “Toast by Alexandra Englehart”

untitled by Vincent Mangano

before I met him I flicked a lighter down and down again on its mocking red button and turned my hands into first degree burns trying to light my citronellas. the wicks sat deep at the bottom of unbearably tiny blue buckets, each its own individual pinterest project from hell, specially designed to cause me pain. I carried the candles in front of my chest every day, miming funeral processions and Catholic devotionals. I saw him, a man as lonesome and disregarded as a tree,…Continue Reading “untitled by Vincent Mangano”

Satellite By Devany Solanki

You screamed the captain died You cheery messenger Of a depression-drugged paper What else must you preach about this life That heroes decline That a kitten survived That we are all so slowly losing our minds To blame the media that you smile so sweetly for And the good soul I took my captain for You shake images into fuzz boxes I made my TV turn static Because you wreak havoc On every channel that gets signal From a satellite that floats dismal Wanting so…Continue Reading “Satellite By Devany Solanki”