issue 2

Ode To the Dove Pt. VI

Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.

artwork with Venus
Light Pencils

The weeks go like this: accepting, horny, hopeful, sad. I’m four different people trying to establish one perspective on a major life event – on the creation of life itself.

close up of sun
Mercury in Retrograde

You said it was okay to blame
what goes wrong on the planet

Hollywood Hills
the remarkable thing

I am still waiting for the lion

rotarty phone
My Wife’s Phone

Sex is not a thank you card in this house.

cupcakes
Pleasure That Cannot Be Felt as Such

I don’t know why I was still talking about the rapture. I certainly didn’t believe in it. Regardless, it remained a thief…

When Robin Hood Was Caught Dead To Rights

and on and on and on and on they ran, the Merry Men, running from a hundred and one arrows bought with taxes stolen twice over…

painting of apple and grapes
Feast Of

anger, like you can sink teeth into, candy apple

Chronic Pain Is An Invisible Disease

This series is a response to a health diagnosis, trigeminal neuralgia and thoracic outlet syndrome, from a major mid-Atlantic hospital after a several year journey through chronic pain.

Patriarchy U.

what ur female protagonist needs is for some guy to beat the shit out of her…

Electric Eels, Finishing School, Teeth

Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.

Greetings From Baja California!

Sitting at the bar on Pacific Avenue. With the seashells in the walls. Same bartender from last year, still here, making the same lethal Mai Tais.

There is an alternative universe

Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.

Hide & Woman Begs With Child

Adrienne Christian is a poet, writer, and fine art photographer.

Welcome To The House of Static

here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome

view of earth from space
The Scattering

Allanson looked out of the viewport, at the ragtag flotilla of ships trailing behind, some of them slow to catch up. It was to be expected with the little time that they’d had to cobble the fleet together.

forest fire
When The Ten Thousand Ton Trilobite Attacked

We said, Heck, that’s really something.

homecoming king and queen
Point Pleasant

Hitting up homes peopled by those with nothing much to lose was an easy score. The less you had, the less likely you were to defend it. But this home was different. Its residents had a lot to lose and the will to fight for it.

On the Night Row-Houses Across the Street Catch Fire

You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.