On an island only in my mind, Nothing more on than what I need. Wind caresses my waterlogged hair, Chills crawl down my spine, and take...

I bought a pot. It wasn’t huge, but enough to cook instant noodles in my dorm, so they no longer had to be wiggly, crunchy, oily puffed,...

We’re all frail To ache is human The present world levels us into trembling Human gobbling human But we must recall that we’re all shaky...

I’m 35 taking a piss outside a purple house in Belle, Missouri. This is our off day. I’m supposed to be asleep. Recovering. But I could...

By Jacob Ian DeCoursey (To read from the beginning, start bottom to top) You've reached the beginning. Read the comic strip from bottom...

We cannot lie to angels when it snows.   The ground turns black and white.   She sees ink strokes, left- over paint drowning the canvas...

Three small, brown eggs lay steaming in a bowl, pointing inward at the empty space between. I rest my sight in that subtle gap, to hold...

I step on a crunchy leaf.  And then another.  Moving deeper into the falling forest And the silence is broken  By the crackling rhythm.  ...

I love the winter wind that burns in me, while outside the eaves are powdered down with perfect snow— like an eagle’s skull dried and...