Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November

Our archive has been fully updated for the month of November (featuring new verse and prose). The archive will be similarly updated towards the end of December or directly thereafter (in early January). Additionally, we will be accepting verse, prose and music submissions throughout the month of December. If interested in submitting your work, see… Continue reading Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November

Nothing Lasts

Stars fall against the murk of the night sky, a rain of fireflies, dying in mid-flight, hurtling, heralding, upon gentle heads blow, cruel truths. Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts. Listen to the harmony, that inaudible peal (Ong) that sets heavenly bodies to spin, amidst everchanging kaleidoscopes of the Void’s sacred geometries, pulling, tugging at Fate, with… Continue reading Nothing Lasts

When Blood Wants Blood

     There is nothing like the smell of Santeria. It is a distinct smell that jolts me into my body the second I find myself enveloped in it: one that suggests cleanliness—in every respect—but with a little magic mixed in. Not easily reproduced, you won’t find it anywhere but homes or other places, such as my botanica—a… Continue reading When Blood Wants Blood

Roadkill

Sitting and lazily swiveling in my broken leatherette desk chair, I looked around my office, searching its contents for some sense of purpose for being there, but much to no avail.  Brown bookcases lined the walls, squeezed tightly together in a uniform fashion. The shelves were concave, virtually choking on artifacts collected (hoarded, really) over… Continue reading Roadkill