First Ride by Sarah Thursday

They dared me to ride under, past
their obstacle course —I did have something
to prove—I needed to win this race.
I held tight to my handles, gripped sharply
onto the balance I found there near
the street. 

Spent Bullets by Howie Good

New poetry from our Writer of the Month for June 2015, Howie Good. 

"Tonight the stars shine good and strong and allow for an even faster death. As soon as the cops and soldiers open the cage to retrieve the body, the eye mounts like a strange balloon toward infinity."