POETRY

26 04, 2018

Ali Rachel Pearl | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:29:33-04:00

“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:29:33-04:00
27 02, 2018

jayy dodd | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:50:06-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:50:06-04:00
16 01, 2018

Ana Hurtado | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:44:07-04:00

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

Ana Hurtado | Poetry2018-12-27T01:44:07-04:00
29 11, 2017

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:44:19-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:44:19-04:00
29 11, 2017

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:04-04:00

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

Alan Chazaro | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:12-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:12-04:00
30 10, 2017

Meghann Boltz | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:17-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:17-04:00
29 10, 2017

Dylan Carpenter | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:38-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:38-04:00
29 10, 2017

Hannah Kucharzak | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:40:03-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:40:03-04:00
19 09, 2017

Emma Claire Foley | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:40:49-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-27T01:40:49-04:00
14 07, 2017

Katy Kim | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:41:42-04:00

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

Katy Kim | Poetry2018-12-27T01:41:42-04:00