Loving Your Body

Kia is watching herself in the mirror and She doesn’t look like herself; She thinks she did once; She wishes she did now; She never will again. Kia is...

Creative Writing: The Empty Table

With a keen eye, the tanned man in the tattered flannel shirt placed the items one by one on the table before him. It...

Overthinking

You’ve been thinking that it had been a painfully long time since you’d put pen to paper, finger to keys, thoughts to words. You’ve been...

The Ceremony of Re-Naming

Your eyes chart me As though you’d never sailed forth before And I, on top, am your maiden voyage. We aren’t looking at each other much But in...

Poetry: Untitled

New poetry from Michael Drummond.
Photo by Hugo Douglas-Deane

Devil in a fur-collared coat

Hands froze and heads snapped upward, the halogen green eyes within them sharp with horror. None blinked. The conveyor belt had torn itself to...