Poetry
Written By: John Grey The woman in the room blurts out how much she misses me. But the man has nothing to say. He barely knows who I am.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Apr 18, 2026
Written By: John Grey Even this far north, I would rather the winds came from even farther north.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Apr 18, 2026
Written By: Paul Tristram I cannot describe the ‘Un-Bear-Able’ PANIC… it’s a Mountain
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Mar 03, 2026
Written By: Arden Falker Sleepwalking toward an old oak door in slippers I forgot that I put on.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 24, 2026
Written By: Arden Falker Canvas wrapped in a vortex of arms. Ripping wounds and clawing skin I bite the bit to feel a signal.
by Slash Magazine Contributor, Feb 23, 2026