Eloise Grills | Poetry


Come lie down beside me and touch my warm belly my little darlin’ / Scratch me like you mean it you cowardly dog / Just kidding I am the dog in this scenario

Eloise Grills | Poetry2019-06-01T13:21:05-04:00

Marlin M. Jenkins | Poetry


When this Pokémon sings, it never pauses to breathe. If it is in a battle against an opponent that does not easily fall asleep, Jigglypuff cannot breathe, endangering its life.

Marlin M. Jenkins | Poetry2019-05-31T16:09:18-04:00

Tim Carrier | Poetry


Here I am in loss, as losing; active loss. It’s a singing bird, small yellow-green, who thru special powers of love breathes without taking breath.

Tim Carrier | Poetry2019-05-31T16:01:17-04:00

Laura Buccieri | Poetry


sometimes I’m a disaster without knowing sometimes I’m looking at you my happiness completely in your hands love is pressure but it is also a few good consecutive calm moments

Laura Buccieri | Poetry2019-04-07T18:28:54-04:00

Ron Riekki | Poetry


The call keeps dropping for the Arctic photographer on NPR, his voice fine and crisp and then suddenly drowned in a closet, choked by the devil

Ron Riekki | Poetry2019-04-04T20:50:30-04:00

m/ryan murphy | Poetry


m/ryan murphy lives in Brooklyn, NY via Mississippi. Some of their work exists in or is forthcoming from Entropy, The Felt, The Poetry Project Newsletter, and Anomaly.

m/ryan murphy | Poetry2019-02-27T16:44:14-04:00

Aya Satoh | Poetry


For example, my brother can’t write our last name in kanji but our obachan made me practice it for 20 minutes straight until it was beautiful enough to be written by an actual 日本人。.

Aya Satoh | Poetry2019-02-26T23:01:08-04:00

Dorothy Chan | Poetry


I-coordinate-blue-and-pink-outfits-with, why don’t we / just nix the whole wedding idea, disappoint our parents, / and just go somewhere and eat wedding cakes?

Dorothy Chan | Poetry2019-02-27T13:20:25-04:00

Amalie Kwassman | Poetry


still telling the same story in the hospital / about how grandma was choking and choking on that pill / but she got it down with just a little bit of applesauce

Amalie Kwassman | Poetry2019-01-03T11:24:45-04:00

George Abraham | Poetry


i want to write about the blueberries i picked from the throat of a New England fall afternoon; how my hands plucked each branch like a familiar melody.

George Abraham | Poetry2018-12-29T00:52:27-04:00

Robin Richardson | Poetry


“You mistook his peace for shyness mistook the blue for pools the eyes for danger because all the other eyes of all the other boys hid hostage narratives”

Robin Richardson | Poetry2018-12-26T21:13:44-04:00

Rita Mookerjee | Poetry


“I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold/too ballet scrawny to have any curves/too darkskinned to light up a room/too short to tower over my haters”

Rita Mookerjee | Poetry2018-11-26T17:24:33-04:00

Penelope Romo | Poetry


“because i had to, because/there is no room in the anglo o rthography /for an accented o, an ó/who is a mother with an umbilical cord/hanging out loose”

Penelope Romo | Poetry2018-12-26T21:26:04-04:00

Hannah Cohen | Poetry


“my children will begin to understand sometimes Dads are not your real Dads maybe their real Dad is still wandering no change of clothes no cash no comb”

Hannah Cohen | Poetry2018-11-26T17:25:29-04:00

Catch Business | Poetry


“i can imagine you imagining me doing that with you like i was imagining in that moment / you never really know what the other person is thinking but i thought if we were off the clock i would try to find a way to kiss you”

Catch Business | Poetry2018-12-10T19:24:28-04:00

Natalie E. Illum | Poetry


“if her allergens would keep to themselves./God forbid you have to be mindful/of dairy or cross contamination./...God forbid you ever worry/about the size and symbols/of a bathroom stall.”

Natalie E. Illum | Poetry2018-11-26T18:17:05-04:00

Karen An-Hwei Lee | Poetry


“4. “Drink a daily glass of kombucha instead of sweet tea, blue algae, or cola.”/5. “Is kombucha similar to zero-calorie water or rambutan agua fresca?”/6. “You look so young. Do you drink a lot of kombucha or is it the melanin?”’

Karen An-Hwei Lee | Poetry2018-12-27T00:42:57-04:00

Colette Arrand | Poetry


“When cis men say they worry/about dying in the floodwaters of a former/sheet of ice, I think it must be nice, the privilege/that allows a cis man to worry about drowning…”

Colette Arrand | Poetry2018-11-26T18:19:09-04:00