See by Bharath Upendra

There’s a doodle of a tree on the wall parallel to my bed which is more of a phallus than a tree. Every night, I try convincing myself it’s not what I think it is. One that drew it says it’s definitely a tree, whoever lays their eyes on it says it’s an erect penis….

Those that Need Answers by Bharath Upendra

For a guy who wipes his fingers off of a door curtain, what life would be like five years later is like a child’s fantasy: Flying objects, crawling creatures and soul devouring demons. I don’t know why career never crosses my mind. I think about it but never enough. But people expect otherwise. Interviewers are…

Helios of Pain by Jeff Flesch

birds fly through the sky as in my heart our love always resides flittering and mistaking a beat or two for a remedy made of oranges that are blue in an afternoon of love-making combined with two souls partaking in each other, hand in hand and as I gasp, before the rendering is complete a…