POETRY

30 06, 2018

TEO MUNGARAY | POETRY

2018-06-30T14:20:22+00:00

“funny how death isn’t much on the mind isn’t much a real thing isn’t much a/ concern until your body is a galactic crucible is a pillar of creation for the death-makers”

TEO MUNGARAY | POETRY 2018-06-30T14:20:22+00:00
30 06, 2018

SAGIRAH SHAHID | POETRY

2018-06-30T14:25:05+00:00

“Yesterday, I spent hours stroking the glean off my phone/until it erased every dead thing, until the dead were entwined/into its body.”

SAGIRAH SHAHID | POETRY 2018-06-30T14:25:05+00:00
5 06, 2018

ALEXANDRA MARTINEZ | POETRY

2018-06-05T13:15:22+00:00

Citrus is my only home To bite into an orange is not the same as to cut into an orange is not the same as to pick the orange Ask my father, he knows [...]

ALEXANDRA MARTINEZ | POETRY 2018-06-05T13:15:22+00:00
30 05, 2018

BRANDON MELENDEZ | POETRY

2018-06-30T16:39:59+00:00

“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”

BRANDON MELENDEZ | POETRY 2018-06-30T16:39:59+00:00
30 05, 2018

KIMBERLY REYES | POETRY

2018-06-01T15:41:43+00:00

“He grabs and grabs your hand and you keep going, daring and bargaining and begging for grace, trapped in all the muck and fluidity of the in between space.”

KIMBERLY REYES | POETRY 2018-06-01T15:41:43+00:00
30 05, 2018

ZAPHRA STUPPLE | POETRY

2018-06-01T15:08:07+00:00

“my dolls have hands not much smaller than mine/I rip the arms off my plastic baby doll/my mother pops them back in the sockets”

ZAPHRA STUPPLE | POETRY 2018-06-01T15:08:07+00:00
26 04, 2018

ALI RACHEL PEARL | POETRY

2018-04-30T17:32:10+00:00

“No. I drank the oldest lake because it was either drink that or the drink the oldest sea and I’d already drank the oldest sea a few months ago…"

ALI RACHEL PEARL | POETRY 2018-04-30T17:32:10+00:00
27 02, 2018

jayy dodd | Poetry

2018-02-28T17:34:42+00:00

maybe it is time for me to write poems for You. The Somebody Else. / i need to find a way to eat what comes out of me. The Wonder

jayy dodd | Poetry 2018-02-28T17:34:42+00:00
16 01, 2018

Katy Chrisler | Two Poems

2018-01-22T11:53:18+00:00

THEM TOO I cannot take what isn’t a gift. Socket, Stiff dance, misdeed, a half intelligible embrace. Mistakenly, see what we have made. The wind Piles into sonorous, explicit columns. Just as we were [...]

Katy Chrisler | Two Poems 2018-01-22T11:53:18+00:00
16 01, 2018

Ana Hurtado | Two Poems

2018-01-22T11:55:29+00:00

His mother kept two cockatoos in her bedroom. They sometimes shat on her bed, nightstand, on framed pictures of Angelito’s grandfather.

Ana Hurtado | Two Poems 2018-01-22T11:55:29+00:00
29 11, 2017

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Two Poems

2017-12-04T09:34:33+00:00

But of course I cannot be every / body for you, you cannot be every / body for me; souls are slippery like minnows, they have no fleshy handles, there is nothing to hold to pull your soul deeper inside

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Two Poems 2017-12-04T09:34:33+00:00
29 11, 2017

Alexandra Naughton | Poem

2017-11-29T20:32:56+00:00

If I could be seen as a force instead of an object instead of a hobby, if I could just do without having to be seen, or if it didn’t matter to me at all, I could be invincible.

Alexandra Naughton | Poem 2017-11-29T20:32:56+00:00
29 11, 2017

Alan Chazaro | Two Poems

2017-11-29T20:32:15+00:00

Is it because always running is a cliché? And clichés are a rerun of something different? And since you were a boy, did they feed you questionable

Alan Chazaro | Two Poems 2017-11-29T20:32:15+00:00
30 10, 2017

Meghann Boltz | Poem

2017-10-31T13:41:24+00:00

i went to see the wizard & asked him for a cock he must have seen by the scuffs on my knees that i really needed one because he said ok

Meghann Boltz | Poem 2017-10-31T13:41:24+00:00
29 10, 2017

Dylan Carpenter | Poem

2017-10-31T14:41:21+00:00

What is the problem what is it I ask myself day after day it does not change / I walk through the rooms of my house I open the windows though it is cold

Dylan Carpenter | Poem 2017-10-31T14:41:21+00:00
29 10, 2017

Jessica Lynn Suchon | Poem

2017-10-29T16:59:01+00:00

Self-Portrait with Tapestry and Severed Tongue The chasm of my empty mouth, a chalice flower gaping open in the dark. Was I guilty in this? Left alone ...........with him [...]

Jessica Lynn Suchon | Poem 2017-10-29T16:59:01+00:00
29 10, 2017

Hannah Kucharzak | Poem

2017-10-30T16:10:49+00:00

Anxious Diva tells me I’ve lost what’s fun about me. She says I’m flatter than death. Diva, help me cut these onions, help me feel arrhythmia, tell me how alive I want to be.

Hannah Kucharzak | Poem 2017-10-30T16:10:49+00:00
20 09, 2017

jamie mortara | We Are Burying the Hatchet

2017-09-20T20:33:50+00:00

WE ARE BURYING THE HATCHET we are having a funeral for The Hatchet all The Hatchet's friends and family will be there we'll sing all The Hatchet's favorite songs someone will say The Hatchet was [...]

jamie mortara | We Are Burying the Hatchet 2017-09-20T20:33:50+00:00

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