and
The Machine
//Poetry
By :: Emily Burr
/**
My ROM is foul, my RAM is cryptic
Well, that’s what the humans say
**/
//Fiction
By :: Brianna Guapo
/**
The willow tree stands in betrayal, shivers trailing down its trunk, as the knife in its back weakens it.
**/
//Fiction
By :: Jason Christopherson
/**
Cold and unforgiving, the brutal mass of skyscrapers extended their antennae skyward, mimicking the cries of the people that live within their cells.
**/
//Poetry
By :: Jonathan Davis
/**
Most of the microbial world is dark to us,
to study a microbe, you have to grow it in a lab...
**/
//Fiction
By :: Adrian Angeles
/**
Sometimes the truth has an unsavory taste. Ask any person on the anniversary and see their gouged-out eyes. Ask a bird how they are doing and see them without a beak.
**/
//Poetry
By :: Dane Selters
/**
I wished to join them on to prove myself too much
My casing too hard for their wires to penetrate
My energy would fry them to flames
**/
//Poetry
By :: Jenna Kiegel
/**
The grass grows red here
(it's blood).
You break it and it breaks you
(you are it).
**/
//Poetry
By :: Amanda Judge
/**
I pick it up and place it in the metal-born
bin nearly meters away from this grave site.
It will take weeks for that flower to
resprout its petal. Maybe even months.
**/
//Poetry
By :: Rose Baijense
/**
do you remember the fireflies that flickered, around pastel
lanterns, highlighting the curves
of your face?
**/