Gordon Graham - Editor
Editor (Fall 2016) Author of SID
Fly, Eagles, Fly
Bare-boned shot to my soul from fuckin’ left field man More grizzled than my dusted up hundred-watt head Punched holes in chests like...
Untitled
The figure took a slow drag from his cigarette, breathing in and doing his best to clear his mind from the ugly task he was given by the...
Voices
I take a step and my ankle is stabbed with pain that makes me want to cry out but I swallow it down. Quiet. You have to be quiet. My...
If...
If it could be so...today.
Prone
lying, lying, that’s the life try it once; do it twice in different formats; on and to (your bed and your friends the floor and your...
Cried to Sleep
When David was a child, he never cried. Not over his scraped knees or when other kids would take his toys or when his parents were upset...
Older
Skin is just a container. The sloshy red blood of heartache, the wispy, serene outline of soul; it’s all in there, no doubt. Better keep...
How
It’s 2:00 in the morning on a Friday night. You are sitting in your suite, laying on the couch while your friend plays on her phone on...
Fickle Love
I wish that I could read your mind I wish I knew the truth One moment you are cuddling me The next you act aloof Every time I return home...