Disappearing Virtual (Micro)Chapbooks

***Read ‘em while they last! Only online until 9/15/2025 and then they are gone.***

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These Apples Are Guilt Upon My Hand

A Disappearing Virtual Poetry (Micro)Chapbook by El Habib Louai

“These apples are guilt upon my hand / and if I go far enough / where shall I find a sacred place?”

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A Disappearing Virtual Poetry (Micro)Chapbook by Jen Persici

“i know of blood and broken bone. of two am night sweats and the exact tone to use to hush hush the screams away.”

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A Disappearing Virtual Poetry (Micro)Chapbook by Robin Munby

“is this a vision of / the world / the reeds / ––or–– / does it reside in me?”

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A Disappearing Virtual Fiction (Micro)Chapbook by Anselm Eme

“Nsukka was free. But the rest of the world? The rest of the world might not be ready for the darkness I had unleashed.”

David Estringel 6/15/25 David Estringel 6/15/25

A Disappearing Virtual Poetry Chapbook by Patrick Johnston

“Her love is so quiet that it is sometimes hard to hear”