Ultramarine Lit Review

by Paris Rosemont "…hemorrhaging poems, each phrase peeled from the flesh in bandages"                  ~Derek Walcott (The Walk)...

by Lynn White Always carried, on the inside, on the outside, in the centre on the edges. Always on the edge, on edge, edgy haunted...

by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Split the word in two, and the word will grow. Split the word in half and break its meaning. Each word can...

by Todd Matson The more he drank the more he wanted to drink as one led to two and two led to three in the morning. The more he smoked...

by Nolo Segundo When the world was quiet And life moved with grace, Time measured by seasons And years instead of minutes, And people saw...

by Arthur Heifetz (a street performance in Leon, Nicaragua) it hurts to lift my enormous head planted as it is on my diminutive frame and...

by Renz Chester R. Gumaru The swing moves gently, back and forth, a chase of dreams, of pain, of worth. We reach out high to touch the...

by Joseph Ogbonna Give me Texas. The Texan dream. The Texan nostalgia. The lonestar custodian of the historic wild west. The zestry and...

by San Lin Tun i. Sunlight on windows of a lofty building, Reflecting, diffusing; every glance catches it, Blink, blink, blink, pronto...

by Adriana Rocha My whole being, A sculpture given From birth to death, My letter of presentation And identity, My temple that Holds my...

by Renz Chester R. Gumaru The clock ticks backward in my mind. A loop where love is undefined. Old laughter lingers in the air. A ghost...

by Dennis Mahagin Alone one winter night in a drafty domicile, I'm "fiddle-funking" around with my phone, when I imagine John Cheever,...

by Nattie O'Sheggzy The hours are dragging their feet and he is badly kneading time A piece of pizza sprucened and spiked up with an...

by Linette Rabsatt take a walk in my mind endure my fantasies hide from my fears see my mind's eye search for answers feel the...

by Nina Quigley I’m a stranger, peddling through the saucer of a world I barely know nor understand, a sunken pudding of fields and...

by Nina Quigley In central London, four high summer days and a garden view. No need to lower blinds. I bathe in leafy wildness. Sleep...

by Nina Quigley I’m a solitary ghostwriter living at the limit of the known world, watering the plants and picking ripe berries that...

by Mayen Agier my niblings have this blind faith in me. they believe i have all the answers to their infinite questions. after learning...

by MK Kuol (inspired by fady joudah) cleaning my room has proven to be an emotionally taxing ordeal. the last time i did it― ...