pioneertown.

a literary journal that excites and ignites.

Robert Rothman: “gathering until the narrow channel, where not even a weed could put down roots, is inundated and you are swept up and away”

amanda hawk: “Loose alphabet collects in the nest of my throat. I feed myself each phrase with gentle fingers, and feel as each letter wriggles”

Jeffrey Kingman: “The nose is made of lavender. The mouth opens and the tongue stings you ecstatic. The face is not a mask.”

Darren demaree: “a warning to the world that i could exist in echoes that i was an echo that i was given just enough time to carve my body loose”

Kate polak: “The way she looks closely at where the needles went in and says what abandoned you is well and truly gone from your brow.

John dorroh: “red blood cells streaming like magic rivers through marathon legs, flattened stomachs, canyonated bridges