UNNATURAL SWEETS by Jay Mora-Shihadeh

UNNATURAL SWEETSby Jay Mora-Shihadeh[author’s site] We wedge the moon into the nightreluctant to end the daylighteager as fire lit on match sticks we dampen the sun, petrol as it isdanger threatening the sky with bombsof cloud-nines, bolts, thunder drums the moon glares at us, laser pointed squarelyinto third- eyes sleeping, neglect living like vermin on…

My Disappearance by Susi Bocks

My Disappearanceby Susi Bocks[author’s site] it’s my natureto withdrawwhen unbalancedfor no reason at all i retreat to a safe spacelike bear cubs denningi’m not languishingi’m dormant with melancholy seeking shelter protects my soulgiving respite and comfortsurrounded by nothing but timeit revives me @Susi Bocks ABOUT US  Welcome to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA was founded by Juan Re Crivello…

Sweet longing by Winnie

Sweet longingby Winnie[author’s site] From cockcrow to nightfallyour rugged visage I missed of allwith your playful teasing eyesbetoken a crescent fondness clear as the skies The sexy drawl when you say my namewill bring any casanova into shamelike a soulful music waking my sensesdissolving even my strongest defenses One more night, my dearest heartin your…

Cassiopeia’s Bargain by Joni Caggiano

Cassiopeia’s Bargainby Joni Caggiano[author’s site] underneath the shadow of a manic and freshly mowed moondrunk with a star from Cassiopeia and her erogenous tune I wept tears of mad loss that crawled underneath your shut doorbreaking up with me while sitting safe on your heartless floor such words etched, and love we exchanged in your…

Tidal Pools by Annette Kalandros

Tidal Poolsby Annette Kalandros[author’s site] Rise with meCurve around meAs I will you–Like warm seasAnd cool breezesAs if in the orbit of daysYet to be lived,We find,Within the green tidal pools,Containing the honest beginnings of lifeA gift–Shining, precious, true. @Annette Kalandros ABOUT US  Welcome to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA was founded by Juan Re Crivello as part of Gobblers/Masticadores in…

My life by Quadri Oyerinde (Quibaos)

My lifeby Quadri Oyerinde (Quibaos)[author’s site] And my life scintillates on a spike like a fork.And I cohort myself in a dud and got stuck.Wanna grow and I am but’s so hard t’elicit.And my mind is not lucid and trucked is my thought.I managed but manage works not, it could though;But being grounded in knowledge…

Winter Coat by Karima Hoisan

Winter Coatby Karima Hoisan [author’s site] My mother’s winter coatfalls on its ownin the back of a closeton a warm day in Junein a countryshe never knew;never pulled out,to shield her against aharsh and howlingdesert gust.For she was,born, raised and diedA Milwaukee girl;her winters, were longer and colder.This big black coat,was a loyal bodyguard,going with…

A package of love by Chisom-Nonso Henry Chukwuma

A package of loveby Chisom-Nonso Henry Chukwuma[author’s site] You who chose meWhen I had nothingWith loyalty and confidenceThat I am a treasure, You chose nothingIn the world except meHence, I’ll rejectThe entire world for you; You who stayedBy my dreams to protect themWith passion and zealThat they’ll come true; Among the thingsYou deserve most-Crowning youWith…

Prince of Denmark by Andrew McDowell

Prince of Denmarkby Andrew McDowell [author’s site] A mind and soul plagued by chaos,Preferring not toward them engage,To them plagued by the pain of loss,But cloaked his demeanor of rage… Life and death are great mysteries.Hard he wonders what the truth is,Dithered dogmatic histories,Even while spurned by woman’s kiss. Just what precisely lies beyond?Spirits and…

Making peace with the dragon by Cindy Georgakas

Making peace with the dragonby Cindy Georgakas[author’s site] I bury my head in satinSoft as a billowy doveLove surrounds me asI walk through the jungleto quench my thirst and slay the dragons Those fiery beaststhat want to burn my flesh I shout “Draw”our gaze is direct and sharp I look down but never away I’ve learned over the…

A Blue Psalm by Timothy Price

A Blue Psalmby Timothy Price[author’s site] Oh Lord? Oh Lord?Why have you hated me?How in my innocenceHave I sinned?To be damned from birthNeglected and abused While you looked onLike I was nothing more Than the Devil’s spawnI am broken so brokenA pile of bones laid at your feetShow mercy, oh LordMold me, reshape me, make me wholeI…

Shade of Blue by Merry Maiden

Shade of Blueby Merry Maidenauthor’s site: https://twitter.com/queenofcups99?lang=en I think of youwith the ache of waning seasons and last goodbyesas with the loss of a dream or a sad lullabyI wondered today if you miss me toowhen the sky and my heart speak the same shade of blue @Merry Maiden ABOUT US  Welcome to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA…

I Felt I Was Being Pulled by Dominic Alapat

I Felt I Was Being Pulledby Dominic Alapat[author’s site] by my heartmy legs had no partand there was darknesseverywhereonly a few humansmoved aboutghosts like meand we were floatingin the black skiessomething had goneterribly wrongwith the planetand our mindshad been stretchedbeyond limitthat they brokeand most of usjust disappearedfrom sightand the few thatremained becamezombieswhat a fatethe universehas…

Where do we go from here? by Christine Bolton

Where do we go from here?by Christine Bolton[author’s site] Where do we go from here?Now the love has goneand open wounds will not healWanting to move onbut paralyzed limbsare planted in stone Neither wanting to make a decisionWho will go firstto choose freedom?Is that what it will be? Free from each other?Did we try hard…

My child by Ellie Onka

My childby Ellie Onka[author’s site] The child spire of a heart,Medusa held it wellwith her ophidians, O’ the moon fallsfrom ocean stead; and I push away the countless heads at my feet,I do not want a single one. Drinking the languagefeet pigeonhole under the moon’s burrowin the cattle blooda war colonized; in another life,the first to live and…

grief sometimes has a good taste by Amoye Favour

grief sometimes has a good tasteby Amoye Favour[author’s Instagram @thepoeticnewton] I don’t know how to be happy without shedding a tear,Those salty liquid balls stemming out from my eyes are the only thingsthat signify joy to me. At times , I shed them out so bad and hard not becauseI like the feeling of pain…