“in the cobbler I baked a part of me/was not sure you would have a piece/because I could have been//alone.”

GEOFF ANDERSON | POETRY 2018-04-27T18:37:05+00:00


“I’ve seen a boy go missing inside himself, so I searched for him/in cracked church bells & shot-out light bulbs.”

C.T. SALAZAR | POETRY 2018-04-27T20:01:15+00:00


“& I’m tuned into/the cicadas,/wanting to join/but what part/of the body/makes a sound/so primordial”

ALINA PLESKOVA | POETRY 2018-04-28T10:55:20+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

Nofel | Poetry

“Mohammed Rasulu Allah,” (Mohammed is the messenger of God) she enunciated, giggling.

Nofel | Poetry 2018-04-23T11:15:27+00:00

Anna Kelley | Poetry

They were no less fragile than us, these creatures, / but they seemed better used to staring down a fast / coming death.

Anna Kelley | Poetry 2018-02-28T17:27:08+00:00

jayy dodd | Poetry

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

Linette Reeman | Poetry

At the duplicating center I work for, sometimes customers will leave behind important legal or personal documents

Linette Reeman | Poetry 2018-02-28T17:30:49+00:00

Katy Chrisler | Two Poems

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

Jeff Pearson | Poem

hammered into the wall of the coffin pit picked up by me as you wandered as far along the rails as needed.

Jeff Pearson | Poem 2018-01-22T11:57:15+00:00

Ana Hurtado | Two Poems

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

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Two Poems

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

Susannah Sharpless | Poem

I am sure that my blonde hair is beautiful but the beauty of my other physical attributes I am much less sure of 

Susannah Sharpless | Poem 2017-11-29T23:30:46+00:00

Alexandra Naughton | Poem

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

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

Meghann Boltz | Poem

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

Raquel Salas Rivera | Poem

an animal on stilts reaches the virgin’s tears / and tenderly wipes them. / the virgin cries tres monjitas milk, without coffee.

Raquel Salas Rivera | Poem 2017-10-30T00:55:32+00:00

Jessica Lawson | Two Poems

Someplace else enrages the turtle why a turtle a turtle never did anything to me okay then an old white man with a sign.

Jessica Lawson | Two Poems 2017-10-30T01:34:56+00:00

Moira J | Poem

I watched a woman become gore under microscopes, / glowing skin a subterfuge of dust and memory.

Moira J | Poem 2017-10-30T10:49:32+00:00

Inga Lea Schmidt | Two Poems

all of the lights in the store have gone burnt / dim gaping shelves bent back like bones / breathing fruit rot and dust and no one

Inga Lea Schmidt | Two Poems 2017-10-30T10:50:54+00:00

Dylan Carpenter | Poem

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

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

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

Mariel Fechik | Two Poems

We cling to each other like / dust motes to light, and / fall the same way - slow and / landing in erratic patterns.

Mariel Fechik | Two Poems 2017-10-31T09:13:55+00:00

jamie mortara | We Are Burying the Hatchet

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

Miriam Borgstrom | Triptych with Missing Limb

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

. 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

Candace Williams | My Future Black / Certificate of Death

. . Candace Williams is a black queer nerd living a double life. By day, she's a middle school humanities teacher and robotics coach. By night and subway ride, she's a poet. Her poetry has appeared in Hyperallergic, [...]

Candace Williams | My Future Black / Certificate of Death 2017-09-19T20:44:48+00:00

Topaz Winters | Mealtime

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

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

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

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

Matty Layne Glasgow | Bodyslam Glam

bodyslam glam for Cassandro & all the queer exóticos Papá always counted to three before he’d lay a hand on me. The sharp stench of tequila slipping through his lips, no slur in his [...]

Matty Layne Glasgow | Bodyslam Glam 2017-09-18T15:17:43+00:00

Mackenzie Kozak | lexicon as i am owning up

lexicon as i am owning up when i say catastrophe it is not exactly so, not even when trimming a jagged edge of road with a gearshift spurning its maker when i say untenable as an exhale [...]

Mackenzie Kozak | lexicon as i am owning up 2017-09-18T14:20:18+00:00

Lillian Sickler | Two Poems

aubade it’s a voicemail when I’m standing in line at the pharmacy I’m working things out. yeah, I know, darling leaving her is like driving a splinter out of the thick skin of [...]

Lillian Sickler | Two Poems 2017-09-18T14:09:23+00:00

Jennifer MacBain-Stephens | Two Poems

The Vitamix and the Murder of Crows Prologue: Pine and sandalwood wrap deep L bend curves around one needle/ one wood chip / one black feather assembles ink quill / penetrates pores / [...]

Jennifer MacBain-Stephens | Two Poems 2017-09-18T12:13:54+00:00

Goldie Negelev | Painkiller

Painkiller You tell me none of this will matter           I remove my ribcage and scratch at the bone ............You said it was all plastic, it always has been              my ribcage is [...]

Goldie Negelev | Painkiller 2017-09-19T20:46:03+00:00

Gabriel Kruis | Two Poems

0 missed calls, 5 days away & your names are already erased, A fine scattershot of white, Skyline fucking up the alpenglow, W/o speed, so few odes, ////New York & bad art like [...]

Gabriel Kruis | Two Poems 2017-09-21T14:14:44+00:00