POETRY

June 2018

May 2018

BRANDON MELENDEZ | POETRY

2018-06-01T15:11:32+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 2018-06-01T15:11:32+00:00

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

April 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

March 2018

February 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

January 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

November 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

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

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

October 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

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

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

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

September 2017

Miriam Borgstrom | Triptych with Missing Limb

2017-09-20T20:58:58+00:00

Triptych with Missing Limb   1 the overweight cannibals feed every fortnight the children frolic on our scalps this knocking is not a verb this silverware dances to get our attention the women come trotting [...]

Miriam Borgstrom | Triptych with Missing Limb 2017-09-20T20:58:58+00:00

Claire Marie Stancek | Three Poems

2017-10-28T12:05:03+00:00

. Claire Marie Stancek is the author of MOUTHS (Noemi Press, 2017). With Lyn Hejinian and Jane Gregory, she is co-editor and co-founder of Nion Editions, a chapbook press. With Daniel Benjamin, she co-edited an anthology [...]

Claire Marie Stancek | Three Poems 2017-10-28T12:05:03+00:00

Topaz Winters | Mealtime

2017-09-19T16:48:44+00:00

Mealtime Love something tender, chewy, broken in. Translates to ache without border, expectation blooming to fit the space it’s assigned. Her name is overcooked. Say it anyway: bright, memorised, some kind of holy. [...]

Topaz Winters | Mealtime 2017-09-19T16:48:44+00:00

Suzanne Highland | Two Poems

2017-09-21T14:35:15+00:00

Polarized Thinking Sometimes I think Therapist is God even though her name is Lisa. God would want to hear about a real experience: Biggie’s 80s night, two drunk girls kissing. Lisa wants to talk [...]

Suzanne Highland | Two Poems 2017-09-21T14:35:15+00:00

Emma Claire Foley | Three Poems

2017-09-21T14:51:09+00:00

frogs of lead who bust up your skinny lip by agreement, the paradisiac fields excised, the empty spaces removed from our carapace. a better future for the region. international niceness studies. shuffle up, smaller fry, [...]

Emma Claire Foley | Three Poems 2017-09-21T14:51:09+00:00

Nicole Steinberg | Two Poems

2017-09-20T14:07:43+00:00

Inspiration: Fat We enjoy a woman Who withers Her roadkill eyes woozy Amethyst druzy cunt Thighs so small They ignore each other Share no secrets It takes practice To ignore the obsidian Fist [...]

Nicole Steinberg | Two Poems 2017-09-20T14:07:43+00:00

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