Asphodel Madness

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by Melanie Browne where, once again, he will ramble through the menagerie of chaos, mating with the masses, hoping his carrion offspring wil...

after taking his sweet time nibbling at his last meal he smoked a cigarette despite quitting years ago and he listened absently as the p...

by Lyn Lifshin brown leaves on the steps, from rust and green to ashen like the last weeks. Now on the metro, I’m sniffing for some...

by Tommy Hobbe I scraped this dog shit poetry off of the sole of my soul with a termite infested wooden prosthetic hand and splattered it ...

by Richard Godwin What do I know About the perfume of midnight cemeteries Or the blood rose With no thorns at all What do I know Abo...

by Steven Gulvezan Alabaster in the shining moon His buttocks and belly were bare He sank into the pond A chain of stones around his neck A ...

by Mathias Nelson The artists are dandelions: There are so many of them unwanted. God called my mother a dandelion and told her she was bett...

by Hugh Fox Her ummmmmm, my third wife, sixty-four, talking full time about "Everyone in my family died in their sixties," althoug...

by Lisa Zaran I won't be long but I might be late. Don't wait up. The red moon is up. Stars blink like frightened eyes. Guilt shackl...