POETRY

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

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

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

Nadia Choudhury | Poetry

2018-12-10T22:18:56-04:00

     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 | Poetry2018-12-10T22:18:56-04:00

Bonnie Chau | Poetry

2018-12-10T22:37:36-04:00

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 | Poetry2018-12-10T22:37:36-04:00

Will Frazier | Poetry

2018-12-10T22:41:07-04:00

As an evening like this when the final hour of light you’ve seen more often painted—indirect glaze softening stone, spires—is also porno pink

Will Frazier | Poetry2018-12-10T22:41:07-04:00

Sarah Jordan | Poetry

2018-12-10T22:53:41-04:00

I don’t know maybe I thought I was turning into him. into a dream of youth. I don’t remember having one. I’m going to ask god to give me back my childhood. I don’t remember having one.

Sarah Jordan | Poetry2018-12-10T22:53:41-04:00

Andy Nicole Bowers | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:42:23-04:00

Berlinde De Bruyckere I am thinking of your mind sculpting the carcass as raw matter, slumped heap from which meaning must be freed— of your hands inside the wreckage

Andy Nicole Bowers | Poetry2018-12-27T01:42:23-04:00

Andrea Abi-Karam | Poetry

2018-12-10T23:11:04-04:00

COMPLEX DESIRE like the white couch in a room full of mirrors COMPLEX DESIRE like saying i love u in a red pleather jumpsuit COMPLEX DESIRE like fucking the

Andrea Abi-Karam | Poetry2018-12-10T23:11:04-04:00

MK Chavez | Poetry

2018-12-10T23:22:09-04:00

Winner of the 2017 CA Poetry Prize judged by Eileen Myles The New White House, Finding Myself Among the Ruins After Barry Ebner’s Monotype 03012416, 1033316, and 0833316

MK Chavez | Poetry2018-12-10T23:22:09-04:00

Skylar Salvatore | Poetry

2018-12-10T23:31:59-04:00

While You Sleep, Idaho Couer D’Alene, come in alone a motel we slept in with pale yellow walls because of a wildfire on i90. you, wild, and impossible to

Skylar Salvatore | Poetry2018-12-10T23:31:59-04:00

Talin Tahajian | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:33:05-04:00

The not-church is my bedroom & my soft-stained sink. The not-church is everything you, boy, think you know. I’ve seen your books. I’ve seen your pen.

Talin Tahajian | Poetry2018-12-27T01:33:05-04:00

Fisayo Adeyeye | Poetry

2018-12-10T23:50:47-04:00

HOW TO READ RED I want weaker bones. To keep from confessing to the toilet bowl. Unfortunately, as a child initiated through violence. Unfortunately, as a child initiated. Unfortunately

Fisayo Adeyeye | Poetry2018-12-10T23:50:47-04:00

Jon Ruseski | Poetry

2018-12-11T00:14:55-04:00

You are just trying to be honest. You ask for directions through the slow orange light. A real touch dilates over you, and the playlist hides in the gauzy stretch you haven’t found.

Jon Ruseski | Poetry2018-12-11T00:14:55-04:00

Sennah Yee | Poetry

2018-12-11T00:18:19-04:00

For my sixth birthday I got a Mulan backpack, Mulan lunchbox, Mulan PJs, Mulan Halloween costume, and three Mulan dolls, each in different outfits, and with varying lengths of black hair.

Sennah Yee | Poetry2018-12-11T00:18:19-04:00

Hannah Watts | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:34:10-04:00

are you goth if you have black fingernails do you ask how to shoot coins into the drum soak to get off the prints and click click c/lick them clean

Hannah Watts | Poetry2018-12-27T01:34:10-04:00