The first new Thirteen Myna Birds flock of 2015 is alive (and almost dead at the same time). It's a sad and scary, somewhat real, somewhat haunted hybrid creature of human to non human horror. Poems (and a flash fiction piece) by Sarah Lilius, Tracie Morell, Alexis Fancher, Charles Cicirella, Gwendolyn Kiste, and John Grey are all here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/
"When is a promise like a bayonet? - A throb of walls - her smooth slit floats in the fluid - pricking my neck - Streams of scarlet seeped into the snow - a grumbling engine load - melting broken crayons - We make our own beds, and then we lie in them or we don’t - The moon is a tombstone."