by John RC Potter That Saturday morning in the summer of 1959, 12-year old Bobby Vicker’s head was full of thebook in his hands. He was reading Jules Verne’s "From…
by Ken Anderson I wandered deepinto an almond groveon the neglected groundsand would have never noticed him, appearingfrom a shady niche, if the air hadn’t blushedwith that golden glowwhich casts…
by David Hanlonafter ANOHNI They strip the enamel from mewith acid-slick taunts,leave my molars full of hollows,unleash shadows and icedeep in my shifting veins— until biological sexchills the bloodof any…