David Reuter is a New Jersey based poet. His work has been published in The Cape Rock, Existere Journal, Sanskrit Literary-Arts Magazine and Vox Poetica. He attended William Paterson University’s Writer’s Conference in 2018 and Rutgers Writers’ Conferences in 2017, 2018 and 2019. He has a bachelor’s degree from Caldwell College, works as a paralegal and enjoys practicing martial arts, playing […]Read more "Day of the Blackbirds"
J.L Moultrie is a 30 year old poet based in Detroit, Michigan. He fell in love with reading and writing poetry after encountering Hart Crane, Rainer Maria Rilke and others. His work appears in Rigorous, WhiteWall Review, Sonder Midwest, and Gravitas. He is a dog and cat dad and holds an Associate of Arts degree […]Read more "Blight"
Christine A. MacKenzie is a student of English, creative writing, and psychology at the University of Michigan-Ann Arbor. She is a crisis counselor and a writer. In the future she plans to become a psychotherapist and continue to write. She has recently been published in The Inflectionist Review, Xylem, The Merrimack Review, and Fourteen Hills. […]Read more "The Wishbone"
Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing author / editor at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Free Verse Revolution, Whisper and the Roar, Poets Corner and contributing editor at Ariel Chart. Her works have been featured in 521 Magazine #Sideshow, Oddball, Pangolin Review, Fourth and Sycamore, KOAN (Paragon press), Modern Literature, […]Read more "Stray"
Jenny Keto is an actress and writer born and raised in Austin, Texas. After spending some years in NYC, she returned to Austin to attend nursing school. Jenny looks forward to the prospect of helping others for a living. Her poems can be found in Painted Cave Literary Journal and The City Key. There’s a […]Read more "There’s a Way the Body Speaks"
“So what does it feel like?” Nick asks me this from behind his computer. He’s wincing, I suppose in solidarity, but it feels more like pity. “It’s like when you sprain your ankle, or jam your finger,” I say, sighing, knowing that there is really no good way to explain it to him. “Like […]Read more "In Between Hope"
Hello, PDXX Collective readers, it’s been a while since I last posted. A month ago I spilled wine all over my laptop the night before a presentation. It’s a good thing I had my talk backed up in the cloud, otherwise it would have just been 45 minutes of me sobbing. So I had no […]Read more "My Angry Kidney"
You are not interested in more pain. No cutting, no corsets, no daylong hangovers, no S&M. You are interested in numbing, a little, in what two glasses of wine does to your lips, in taking a sleeping pill, in putting your head underwater. Ice, scar tissue, that kind of thing. You’ve had enough pain so […]Read more "Soft Like Silk and Sky"
There are few things worse than feeling lonely. Loneliness comes, in my experience, from the most surprising places. You can have a stable of caring, supporting friends, a solid family, a husband, a sister, a cat, and you can still feel it. Because loneliness does not always come from the outside. Sometimes it crawls into […]Read more "Lisa Bonchek Adams, Tweeting Cancer and Loneliness"
You realized your pain isn’t the only pain worth knowing after a slick rock flipped one hundred times in your pocket and landed on heads. How far did you travel to meet that medium: your hands in the clay of your making? Compressed so hot, change was the only thing you could see, fiery planet […]Read more "Out of the Museum"