POETRY

27 02, 2018

jayy dodd | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:50:06+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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:50:06+00:00
16 01, 2018

Ana Hurtado | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:44:07+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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:44:07+00:00
29 11, 2017

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:44:19+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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:44:19+00:00
29 11, 2017

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:04+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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:04+00:00
29 11, 2017

Alan Chazaro | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:12+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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:12+00:00
30 10, 2017

Meghann Boltz | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:17+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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:17+00:00
29 10, 2017

Dylan Carpenter | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:38+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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:38+00:00
29 10, 2017

Hannah Kucharzak | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:40:03+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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:40:03+00:00
19 09, 2017

Emma Claire Foley | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:40:49+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 [...]

Emma Claire Foley | Poetry2018-12-27T01:40:49+00:00
14 07, 2017

Katy Kim | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:41:42+00:00

We all slept in the same bed— bodies curved like mandibles. I was plume and warm feathered by your ginseng breathing,

Katy Kim | Poetry2018-12-27T01:41:42+00:00
14 07, 2017

Nadia Choudhury | Poetry

2018-12-10T22:18:56+00:00

     desires to toss them to the ground      desires to read the shards’ constellation of fates      desires to know if his is lost somewhere in her

Nadia Choudhury | Poetry2018-12-10T22:18:56+00:00
11 07, 2017

Alexis Pope | Poetry

2018-12-10T22:35:24+00:00

The wet of the day I announce to nonspecific Bodies fill a space to watch Words make up a language I’m not sure I completely

Alexis Pope | Poetry2018-12-10T22:35:24+00:00
11 07, 2017

Bonnie Chau | Poetry

2018-12-10T22:37:36+00:00

1. Eat so many almonds, eat them until you are full to the brim with roasted almond skin pieces and tiny chewed up almond pieces, and then look in the mirror and see if your eye resembles the nut.

Bonnie Chau | Poetry2018-12-10T22:37:36+00:00