The Brook by Stephen Daniels

we used to run to the brook
to chase sticklebacks and claw
around in the water
trudge through mud
lose our shoes
swing dirt onto walls
a slow slop home to a dreary end
to rants of a cheek high parent

i tear holes in my childhood
and peek through the gaps
the dirt still shines
memories hold a tarnish
veneer fails its grip
like water clings to windows

Stephen Daniels is the editor of Amaryllis Poetry ( and the Secretary for Poetry Swindon. His poetry has been published in various magazines and websites, including The Interpreter’s House, Ink Sweat & Tears, And Other Poems, Your One Phone Call. You can find out more at @stephendaniels

​I’ve Come Around This Time To Set Fire To Your Bones by Kendall A. Bell

to lay waste to any inhibition, to use your legs
as a ladder—a slow climb to deep breaths. Skin
is a barrier torn down, a breached railroad crossing—
gates down, gates crashed, lights blinking furiously.
Our staccato rhythm, our early spring headboard soundtrack—
a rush of frenzied guitar strings blasting from internal
amps. We watch the rise and fall in collapse, see the
vapor radiate off flesh. The walls are an engulfed wasteland
holding us in fortress. We watch the curtains drop ash to
the floor, and strike another match.

Kendall A. Bell’s poetry has been most recently published in Your One Phone Call and Work to a calm. He was nominated for Sundress Publications’ Best of the Net collection in 2007, 2009, 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2015. He is the author of nineteen chapbooks. His current chapbook is “Trust Fall”. He is the founder and co-editor of the online journal Chantarelle’s Notebook, publisher/editor of Maverick Duck Press and a music and book reviewer with Five2One Magazine. His chapbooks are available through Maverick Duck Press. He lives in Southern New Jersey.

Potent|ial by Michael Hetzler

Potential is someone who never leaves you alone
S|he keeps shoving at your shoulder saying,
You need to discuss this with me.

You won’t it’s
Not even
possible to meet
half way.


I’m not saying there’s no hope,
But s|he will stay long and tall ahead of you

filling in your shadow.

Michael Hetzler
Michael Hetzler is a writer who currently resides in Los Angeles, California. In 2013, he graduated from Eastern Michigan University with a degree in Linguistics. He writes for no one and everyone, and usually does so at a snail’s pace.


Charge of the Snore Brigade by Devin Taylor

Yawns copulate, breezing
Z’s—these pillow-stuffings,
futon-fodder. I couldn’t
sleep better if I tried
lucid snoring—bleeding
this hokey-pokey daze,
into my work days:
feet propped atop desk,
controlling the timbre,
and the tone, though never
the frequency; some
things are outside of us,
like Ambien ambivalence
—this fatigue made gift,
shielding-from stapler monotony
and copier cacophony.

Devin Taylor
Devin Taylor studies English and Creative Writing at Washington College in Chestertown, Maryland. He reads poetry at open mic-nights all over the Washington DC area, sometimes under the pseudonym “Chuck E. Cheese.” He has been published in The Lake and The Poeming Pigeon and has forthcoming publications in Gargoyle 65, Five 2 One, and the inaugural issue of Silicon Heart Zine. He plays electric kazoo and eats his fruit and vegetables.