Image Source: Tobias Abel/Flickr Compatible Written by Philip Berry choose: the one with an easy laugh quick muscled + flash bone teeth in perfect time to tide & tone who catches tears to sip off pain but know this now, before you stitch divided hearts    /    nuanced responses born in cool calculus will come to fit like stolen skin, slipping soundlessly snug, smooth, till he no longer feels when feeling’s needed. Author Bio: Philip is a writer and poet with previous publicat

Image Source: Kevin Dooley/Flickr Skin history Written by Philip Berry A keloid worm lies across his child fresh knee Below the navel a ragged arc, punctate outriders Still palpable ten years after the surgeon placed her final stitch. Beside the spine an open wound Crimson lips that cannot seal, heart still beneath. Author Bio: Philip is a writer and poet with previous publications in on-line and print journals such as Lucent Dreaming, Poetry Birmingham, Black Bough, Consilie

Image Source: harmishhk/ Flickr attending an american carnival Written by Zarnab Tufail hold my drink, i am off to the seesaw that reminds me of all the times i have had decisions to make. pancakes (that i’ve never tried) or my mother’s parathas; a seesaw – but that’s an easy one. next book? a novel or an autobiography; a seesaw. which light to choose for a mini-shoot? the direct roller coasting sunlight or sundown reflection; a seesaw. a mental note to never compare seesaws

Image Source: Chilli Head/Flickr Poets, Help Wanted Written by Jason de Koff Poetry sets scaffolding, protection as things build, to be vulnerable to accept, new ideas in the world. Poetry draws emotion, creating safe space to feel, putting character, in the character limitations. Poetry enhances vision, descriptions anew, perspective with new angles, changing prescriptions each time. Poetry develops thinking, furrows for spring planting, as no pictures are hung, in the hallw

Image Source: Jason Sebastian Russo #visualart #drawing #abstract #jasonsebastianrusso Tree of Blood Written by Jason Sebastian Russo (Listen to this poem's audio HERE ON SOUNDCLOUD!) this arm an old lady’s arm a crone’s arm why is it attached to me why is it wrapped in this tourniquet reaching out to type right before I conjure that perfect little tree of red blood that perfect red bloom so terrifying & finally so quiet Author bio: Jason Sebastian Russo is a writer,

Image Source: Jason Sebastian Russo #visualart #drawing #abstract #jasonsebastianrusso You & Me Written by Jason Sebastian Russo crouching behind a bullet-ridden cinderblock wall haggling over the % of sadness our love contains developing an arsenal of subtle looks watching the musician’s hands and smiling knowingly   taking our clothes off to pray handing each other ratchets loving everyone who isn't us a little less each day   puzzling over pieces of an old roadmap patching

Fragments of Absences Converging Photographed by Jakky Bankong-Obi What the author says about the piece: "The photos where taken on two different foggy mornings while on a walk here in Abuja, Nigeria. I call them, 'Fragments of Absences Converging'. This is mostly because of the quality of degradation of the subject yet having some kind of flourishing along with it. It represents the fluidity with which living things are both alive and yet dying. The poignancy of it all." Pho