Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton

Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton [author’s site] In times of fortune and misfortune I am always at the mercy of silence. Perhaps because I was born on an island where seldom does anything happen. Yesterday the water and the light invaded my tongue’s buds, and I was forced to look at myself upside…

Jazz by Michael Stang

Jazz by Michael Stang[author’s site] Inaudible skies show off shape canopies, covers shaking with existence under clouds we sprinkled forgetting they exist because we thought them emergent. Huddled wall paper moons where the bones meet bones walk the one foot in front of the other that takes our years. Flush to it until we can’t let…