Trenton Pollard | Poetry

“Two had been attacked/and had metal plates/in their foreheads./One thought he was dying,/but it was just the DT’s.”

Trenton Pollard | Poetry2018-11-26T18:31:44-04:00

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

Maitreyi Ray | Poetry

“Slender girl with thick black plaits hides her teeth/from me when she smiles. her friendship is bravery./my body is violence.”

Maitreyi Ray | Poetry2018-11-26T18:17:23-04:00

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

Teo Mungaray | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-11-03T01:27:42-04:00

Sagirah Shahid | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T17:41:27-04:00

Elisa Gonzalez | Poetry

“Once an not now I/parachuted from a daring little plane.//As if a shipwreck survivor I crawled onto shore.”

Elisa Gonzalez | Poetry2018-11-26T17:42:49-04:00

Alexandra Martinez | Poetry

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

Alexandra Martinez | Poetry2018-11-26T17:43:03-04:00

Layne Ransom | Poetry

“I want a life where I feel strange and intimate/with the border between the real and unreal//and still get to eat.”

Layne Ransom | Poetry2018-11-26T18:25:22-04:00

Brandon Melendez | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-11-03T01:36:58-04:00

Brittany Adames | Poetry

“Often, when my mother leafs through large, cluster stacks of paper and/prepares them for the shredder, I imagine skin.”

Brittany Adames | Poetry2018-11-26T18:25:38-04:00

Darla Mottram | Poetry

“I say hello/to a small face peeking/round the corner of someone’s house:/a cat in my mind/until it stands upright…”

Darla Mottram | Poetry2018-11-26T18:25:51-04:00

Kimberly Reyes | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:26:03-04:00

Zaphra Stupple | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-12-10T19:36:10-04:00

Geoff Anderson | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:28:10-04:00

C.T. Salazar | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-12-27T00:49:30-04:00

Ali Rachel Pearl | Poetry

“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:29:33-04:00

Nofel | Poetry

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

Nofel | Poetry2018-11-26T18:38:43-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-10T19:51:11-04:00

Gia Marr | Poetry

I said to my partner yesterday, I want to die. / He said do you want to go to the hospital.

Gia Marr | Poetry2018-12-10T19:49:24-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:50:06-04:00

Linette Reeman | Poetry

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

Linette Reeman | Poetry2018-11-26T18:56:29-04:00

Jeff Pearson | Poetry

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

Jeff Pearson | Poetry2018-12-10T20:15:02-04:00

Ana Hurtado | Poetry

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

Ana Hurtado | Poetry2018-12-27T01:44:07-04:00

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:04-04:00

Alan Chazaro | Poetry

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:12-04:00

Meghann Boltz | Poetry

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:17-04:00

Alfredo Aguilar | Poetry

my small fingers curl around a cow’s teat. i point / it in the direction of the pail below. i don’t want to hurt

Alfredo Aguilar | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:32-04:00

Raquel Salas Rivera | Poetry

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

Raquel Salas Rivera | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:28-04:00

Jessica Lawson | Poetry

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:25-04:00