Dear ,Blank Spaces is here now!First, we thank all the contributors:‎Sonia Nicholson/Jill Eloise Vance/Faith-Anne Bell/Ace Boggess/Linda Crate/Tukur Loba Ridwan/Susanne Wolf/Bart Edelman/Sharisa Aidukaitis/Ayiyi Joel/Sharon Hoffman/Judith Rosner/Mary...
Hello ,We are working here on the Blank Spaces Issue. How have you been?We decided to give you a little letter break. And focus on bringing you a new Issue.This Issue is a lean collection. It is focused on honouring the memory of a beautiful poet and...
WATCHING A WOUNDED WASPFinn CassidyI wonder how and why it's wounded.Grounded, it wanders the earth like the walking dead - no whirring wings slicing thin warm air. &n...
STRAY BLOODAngela ArnoldJust a speckon the pavement,a small splatter of lifelost in passing. Nose gushing? Something suffered in haste?At somebody's hands? Stray blood...
THE ANATOMY OF RUSTFelix EshietRust does not run. It creeps. A stain in the corner of a blade, a thin scab on a door hinge, an invisible hole on a metal sheet. First, a speck. Then a wound. Then the whole thing crumbling on its grip. Rust is patient....
The Wild Rose Club RENEE CRONLEY As a porcelain rose,I was raised in a china cabinet,taught that I existed to be handled and gifted. ...
& This is how your mother too travelledK. Asare-Bediakoyou are in your own chin, churning into a new thingyou greeted the moon to sip your tears & the sunisn't happy you nodded in grief,Let me tell you something...your mother basked into the...
Folorunsho Ahmed A.Unbroken PenYou can ask a Poet That marries the night With a price of coffee, What journals’ nose mask Looks like, at his post-box Are his words really contagious? Like a virus Not to be spread in market Of anthologies and issues c...
To The Man That Killed My ChildPATRICK CASSIDYWhat am I to say?To the man that killed my child,Should I pardon what you have done,Show forgiveness,Testify that it is the will of GodWhat am I to do? Let me ask you this question,If it is not too i...
Not enough planets drowning in the sea of my eyes Ewa Gerald OnyebuchiChaos is a melody my body understands so well— sometimes I fear the only tracksin my head are ghosts burying their memories in a bale of broken glass.say each time I sow lilacs on...