Ash Turner is a Brooklyn-based writer and collaborator. She holds a BA in English and Music from Florida State University, where she honed her love of hypertexts and hybrid genres. Her poetry has recently been published in Permafrost Magazine, FIVE:2:ONE,
The Body Walking
Ash Turner is a Brooklyn-based writer and collaborator. She holds a BA in English and Music from Florida State University, where she honed her love of hypertexts and hybrid genres. Her poetry has recently been published in Permafrost Magazine, FIVE:2:ONE,
Room for the Nude
The movie is on mute so you can hear all the sounds we’ll make. A montage of train stations and broken cogs, all quiet until you say how the ragamuffin’s eyes are beyond beauty. How young do you want me?
Righteous Scheme
Anger is caused by ephedrine /mercy, we are not physicians, Freedom is anaphylaxis to control. Fuck this, that, and her. My gut is raging in revolt. /no charity, we forge the Mohs scaleon our hips. Anastasia Jill (Anna Keeler) is
Criminal
Molecules that make her angry:All of them.For sure. Release is codeine,I am an addictafraid of poker chips. She likes me this way;red in the facesshe makes mewear. Anastasia Jill (Anna Keeler) is a queer poet and fiction writer living in
Synonyms for a Geode
She was born in mountains,pushed between argillite pelvis,deposited into dirtand buried like a commonhatchet. I don’t know who dug her up.but she limped to me.She’s in my arms Help me.I don’t know howto embrace asupercontinent. Anastasia Jill (Anna Keeler) is
Impressionsinplasterandstone
Twisted my arm, I let it hurt. The face you made when I walked away.Etched in stone, a plaster bust. The southern drawl, launching from your mouth,on the streets of Chicago. I miss the way you said your a’s. John
Looksandwhispers
I just couldn’t take you anywhere.Smoking and sputtering, drawing a scene.You swore revenge.You swore blood.As entertaining as it was,I don’t think anyone believed you. John Madigan is a poet and writer originally from Chicago. His writing had been published in
Thebusoutofbayview
In the light reflected against the blue and green parka, spotted much darker.The lake in fabric, wrapped auburn hair and her breath is fire.The smoke from her lips loitering, waiting to ask its question.She sighs as if in love, but
Thecursiveyouveused
I write your name in the snow and you write mine and it’s perfect.Six months ago in December it was perfect.In our sweaters and our gloves, being perfect.But now it’s July, and the air is warm, your name and my