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Visitation-Fiction by Henry Simpson
The Night Driver and the Injured Man-Fiction by Roy Dorman
They Both had Guns-Fiction by Jeremiah Minihan
The Earl of Redcrest-Fiction by Ashley Bailey
Black Cat-Fiction by Stephen Tillman
A Place for Grandpa-Fiction by Paul Smith
Away from Home-Fiction by Bruce Costello
Dolls-Fiction by R. Peralaz
Bright Eyes-Flash Fiction by Jon Park
Heart Attack-Flash Fiction by Rick McQuiston
A Turn for the Worse-Flash Fiction by Maria Espinosa
Rain-Flash Fiction by J. Brooke
Specter-Poem by Chad Haskins
Blue Ghost-Poem by Michael Keshigian
Unfathomable Rhapsody of Psychosis-Poem by Dr. Mel Waldman
Late, Late-Poem by J. L. Hoy
One for the Road, I Guess-Poem by Jennifer Lemming
Edge of Nowhere-Poem by Robert Beveridge
Summit-Poem by Robert Beveridge
Three Tenses-Poem by Meg Baird
Caution-Poem by Meg Baird
Honeysuckle Breeze-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
Old Crow and I-Peom by ayaz daryl nielsen
Moments-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
Developing Land-Poem by Alan Catlin
Sideshow Freaks-Poem by Alan Catlin
Insomnia-Poem by Alan Catlin
Without-Poem by John Grey
Graveyard Stroll-Poem by John Grey
The Two of Us-Poem by John Grey
Cartoons by Cartwright
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Angel of Manslaughter
The Gazing Ball
Strange Gardens
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Calpurnia's Window
No Place Like Home
Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2018



by John Grey


My soul can't get into my head,
the way is barred,
and by a madman.
Insufferable it is,
that sanity's laid bare,
exposed so freely to this other.
He has the weapons, cuts me deep,
squeezes the reason out of me.

And all the time I see what he is doing,
I can't respond.
He laughs at me in the mirror.
He says I put him up to it.

Do I? Do I?
The unutterable has fastened me to him,
tows me with an umbilical cord
I have not teeth enough to gnaw.
Terrible old sinner.
No one can rule me ever, he screams.
Who knows what terror he can wreak
on the unsuspecting.
He already does it to the ones forewarned.

Look at the eyes.
How lurid. How tearful.
How bursting. How shriveled.
How obsessed. How did it ever come to this.
Oh how plainly I see my pathetic position:
to abide while dissenting,
and worse yet, to slaughter
with such pity.

Yet, there is hope.
Earth turns. Sun crushes moon.
The despised demon may own the night.
But I have the clarity of daylight.
I see that the more he spits on heaven,
the more likely,
God may any moment intervene.
He's a trio after all.
I wonder how He gets himself to agree.
Must ask the next unfortunate priest
whose bloody dead hand absolves me.




John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Homestead Review, Poetry East, and Columbia Review, with work upcoming in Harpur Palate, the Hawaii Review, and North Dakota Quarterly

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018