VISIT the WINTER ISSUE
Negative Suck zooms out of nowhere like a stalactite overbite to tug that collar or strap so dangerously close to your throat; and in you go, pulled by the mentalicious force, that inhale of spectral teeth fierce with dark pep. The attack was sudden, brutal, breathless. And now you have soul-sharpened poems in front of you, urging unavoidably from the void.
So many prisms in the slithery vortex of the negative suck. The key question is, Can you not be hypnotized?
Five of my best pieces in this wintery issue!
Fly Well In the Dark,
PS: See my review here:
Owl In the Void