Category: News!
-
Poetry by DM Davanti
When the Boss is Calling The only way to listen to Nebraska is when you find yourself tempting dawn on the Jersey Turnpike in the dead of night, alone and desperate and down to your last cigarette. Bio: Unsettled by the country quiet of Pennsylvania, Dezmond Davanti works through residual…
-
General Submissions are now open!
The time has arrived! Urban Pigs Press are now seeking submissions for novels. Send us something gritty, horrifying, surreal, darkly humorous, twisted, and real. Yes, we’re asking a lot but we know you’re out there. We’re especially interested in gritty realism, horror, cultists, the occult, dystopia and even more so…
-
Poetry from Jackie Carreira
I AM A RIVER I am a river, I come from the sea. I rage, I caress, in silver and white. I am a river, I dance in the sky. I breathe in the mountains and speak in the night. I am a river, I live in the fish. I…
-
Poetry by Tamiko Dooley
Directions we cannot be together. this I know. and yet, and yet when I close my eyes I feel your lips against mine your warm grip around my waist I breathe in the scent of your hair I am steering round and round that one roundabout in your hometown you described…
-
Poetry by Shannon Frost Greenstein
I Never Dream about Dinosaurs Last night, a Plesiosaurus ate my dead best friend in the depths of REM sleep. I never dream about dinosaurs, I say, recounting the dream to my husband; and then I wonder if I’ve been living my life all wrong this entire time. A Leviathan,…
-
Poetry by S.C. Flynn
PILGRIMAGE After that it’s all a blur, just a mass of people rushing past to get somewhere that seems important, and I’m the only one going the other way; twelve years of elbows in the ribs. Places I’d seen countless times through the grimy windows of speeding trains began to…
-
Poetry by M.P. Powers
I-95 (Nocturne) It’s still dark out. A small lamp burns in the corner of the room. And I can hear the highway from here, like the sea softly ebbing and surging. Cars, buses, the rumble of delivery trucks. They pass by all through the night. The never-ending haste of humanity.…
-
Poetry by AJ Deane
Neuronaut Pay bandwidth, n00b. You don’t just jack in and walk these pathways; Can’t take a pleasant stroll along the router routes Or nice trips home to the motherboard. No. You go in unprepared, You’ll be cached out and on downtime Before you can say ‘gig’, Too bloatwared to dip…
-
Poetry by Bonnin Jara
The Weight of Creation The womb is an echo of the earth’s breath, a chamber of soft waters holding life’s first whispers. A mother’s love is ancient as stone, timeless as the roots of trees, a rhythm of heartbeats deep in the soil of her soul, her arms a canopy…
-
Poetry by Paige Johnson
So Long, Sunshine Pack a year of partying into the week before I flee Florida like a felon. The only furniture I got left is: a nightstand topped with smokes and a gun, a silk fort of stolen pillows, and a crate of BuzzBall seltzers. That means 1,700 square feet…
Urban Pigs Press 