Salon Zine: All Poetry

L/D/R at the End of the World By Jennifer Maritza McCauley I’m tired of transformation in flaming cities, still it arrives:        

American Debridal Link to original formatted piece here. By Jennifer Maritza McCauley The sinners stab the sin ‘til it foams          

Déjà Vu By Andrew Levy   You’re not talking to people; you’re talking to ideas.   Our home galaxy, or time machine, lives in syllables

Invasive Hegemon By Andrew Levy   Much of what has been written.   The liars do just what they please, they just please themselves. A

By Shadiyat Ajao Link to original formatted piece here I’m tired but also exhausted, as well as sleepy, not to mention my neck has crick-

By Ruth Danon 1) If I think back to where I was before I was where I am I can see myself running towards the

By Ruth Danon Not the double life that troubles. Not the late nights alone in strange towns. Not the homes they have lost or the

By Ruth Danon Tonight the spies Are out in the cold. This is not, believe Me a literary allusion. I mean a literal fact. I

By Shakira Croce You don’t come to the wedding or even RSVP. The last time I wrote you said the car flew off the bridge

By Shakira Croce I could blame it on a language barrier, but the truth is I was aiming to be kind, and didn’t have anything

By Pichchenda Bao I. Shame is a family recipe passed down from mother to dark-skinned daughter. The secret ingredient, held close to the chest, is