POETRY

4 05, 2017

Will Frazier | Poetry

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

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+00:00
4 05, 2017

Sarah Jordan | Poetry

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

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+00:00
2 05, 2017

Jon-Michael Frank | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:42:14+00:00

I dump my kool-aid on the lichen the galaxy looks like a flushed toilet I feel closest to people I love when I imagine them dying head juices soaking [...]

Jon-Michael Frank | Poetry2018-12-27T01:42:14+00:00
2 05, 2017

beyza ozer | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:42:26+00:00

THE 52-HERTZ WHALE whistles to no one in particular. This means there is no difference between him crying or him asking for help.

beyza ozer | Poetry2018-12-27T01:42:26+00:00
2 05, 2017

Andy Nicole Bowers | Poetry

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

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+00:00
2 05, 2017

Andrea Abi-Karam | Poetry

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

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+00:00
2 05, 2017

Amy Lawless | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:25:07+00:00

I Saved Latin, What Did You Ever Do? I called to say we have two lives and only one of them is real - Camille Rankine Ever talk to [...]

Amy Lawless | Poetry2018-12-27T01:25:07+00:00
11 03, 2017

Jessica Bebenek | Poetry

2018-12-10T23:16:05+00:00

I AM A WOMAN GIVING BIRTH TO MYSELF excerpted from a long poem in progress I am messy, painful, redundant. Just so you know from the start. I [...]

Jessica Bebenek | Poetry2018-12-10T23:16:05+00:00
6 03, 2017

Anne Cecelia Holmes | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:29:25+00:00

INFINITY LOOP I shine like a dying planet and admit the problem. People say nothing can exist without a problem but I am here to challenge assumptions until I [...]

Anne Cecelia Holmes | Poetry2018-12-27T01:29:25+00:00
6 03, 2017

Michelle Betters | Poetry

2018-12-10T23:19:32+00:00

WATER PARK Blurred on top of water is the image of a father in a pool where there’s also a large snake or in a different pool without a [...]

Michelle Betters | Poetry2018-12-10T23:19:32+00:00
6 03, 2017

MK Chavez | Poetry

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

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+00:00
6 03, 2017

Skylar Salvatore | Poetry

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

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+00:00
6 03, 2017

Talin Tahajian | Poetry

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

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+00:00
14 01, 2017

Fisayo Adeyeye | Poetry

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

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+00:00
13 11, 2016

Jon Ruseski | Poetry

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

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+00:00
13 11, 2016

Sennah Yee | Poetry

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

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+00:00
13 10, 2016

Hannah Watts | Poetry

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

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+00:00
11 09, 2016

Samantha Bares | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:15:56+00:00

Where are you in my delusions? With any luck, I narrate you into diver cobbler or blacksmith, a village treasure. Behold—offstage, the forest crone spinning blind for no one.

Samantha Bares | Poetry2018-11-25T03:15:56+00:00
26 07, 2016

Max Cohen | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:19:38+00:00

and you told me you hated my cigarettes but missed me very much and I tried to say the same thing back but couldn’t stop coughing.

Max Cohen | Poetry2018-11-25T03:19:38+00:00
30 06, 2016

Laura Willwerth | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:20:30+00:00

Republican Presidential Debate, August 6, 2015, Cleveland, Ohio Republican Presidential Debate, September 16, 2015, Simi Valley, California

Laura Willwerth | Poetry2018-11-25T03:20:30+00:00
15 06, 2016

Kristin Chang | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:23:57+00:00

Cut the meat / to release its ghosts / Trade yourself / for a girl / who thinks meat is making / a comeback. In / fifth grade my teacher called me / a chink in the armor /

Kristin Chang | Poetry2018-11-25T03:23:57+00:00
15 06, 2016

Thomas Cook | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:24:26+00:00

An assault on the stationary floor. The gathering middle. Pray the field clean. Ceramic salsify lies in light. Velvet falcon buttoned in pearls. To your mouth.

Thomas Cook | Poetry2018-11-25T03:24:26+00:00
15 06, 2016

Marcus Slease | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:28:41+00:00

Flag prayers to the wind. Jean pulls up her black hoody. You have to protect your face from the wind sez Mina. The cold wind can damage the skin’s barrier.

Marcus Slease | Poetry2018-11-25T03:28:41+00:00
1 05, 2016

Hannah Beresford | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:55:30+00:00

Sweet orange almond crumbs stuck to my sweater front as I wobbled into the dining room—having eaten all the leftover naan, flat-out in a stupor on the couch.

Hannah Beresford | Poetry2018-12-27T01:55:30+00:00
1 05, 2016

Raena Shirali | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:58:39+00:00

to burning—if i light the sari on the clothesline—if there are many saris hung hem to hem—if they pass the flame like an infant : hem to hem—

Raena Shirali | Poetry2018-12-27T01:58:39+00:00
1 05, 2016

Tanis Franco | Poetry

2018-12-27T02:01:24+00:00

on second thought i tried something that was not. i brought my camera thinking i would take beautiful pictures, it was a place to take beautiful pictures. i felt a need to try and capture these.

Tanis Franco | Poetry2018-12-27T02:01:24+00:00
15 03, 2016

Halie Theoharides | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:36:54+00:00

*FINAL ROSE is a book-length poem / a body of images / a collection of screenshots taken by Halie Theoharides while watching episodes of The Bachelor. FINAL ROSE will be out from Mount Analogue next fall.

Halie Theoharides | Poetry2018-11-25T03:36:54+00:00
15 03, 2016

Virginia McLure | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:37:33+00:00

He shows us his backyard, roosters, limes, a coconut tree, dasheen, aloe like spiked tails. One, I can sell for $50, he says. We ride in a blue-painted boat to the island of birds.

Virginia McLure | Poetry2018-11-25T03:37:33+00:00
15 03, 2016

Jeremy Radin | Poetry

2018-11-25T03:40:19+00:00

I’ll be here / slipping on the peels / laughing / slipping on the peels / laughing / practicing for your arrival / a word about what you are afraid of / maybe / meet me here / I am so lonely

Jeremy Radin | Poetry2018-11-25T03:40:19+00:00
15 03, 2016

E.C. Belli | Two Poems

2018-12-27T02:04:18+00:00

FIELD GUIDE TO ONENESS It does not begin in an empty room, as one would expect. The field you are standing in does not look onto nothing. In fact, [...]

E.C. Belli | Two Poems2018-12-27T02:04:18+00:00
15 03, 2016

Chelsey Shannon | Poetry

2018-12-27T02:05:20+00:00

black medulla “I emulate the black which is a cry but which is not voluptuary like a warning, which has lines, cuts, drips, aspirates, trembles with horror, O black [...]

Chelsey Shannon | Poetry2018-12-27T02:05:20+00:00
11 02, 2016

Sarah Nichols | Poetry

2018-12-27T02:06:00+00:00

On Taking Up a Matryoshka Doll Collection All the people I am missing Are stacked matryoshka doll style inside you LOST: LAVENDER AT THE KITCHEN SINK. STEMS FRAYED. Everyone [...]

Sarah Nichols | Poetry2018-12-27T02:06:00+00:00
11 02, 2016

Tommy Pico | Poetry

2018-12-27T02:07:23+00:00

NATURE POEM from Nature Poem When a star dies, it becomes any number of things like a black hole, or a documentary. The early universe of our skin was [...]

Tommy Pico | Poetry2018-12-27T02:07:23+00:00
11 02, 2016

Stephon Lawrence | Poetry

2018-12-27T02:09:05+00:00

//a spooky mulder field day i want to meet these aliens. it’s strange that i haven’t. have they landed? i hear a balding man call this tiny woman an [...]

Stephon Lawrence | Poetry2018-12-27T02:09:05+00:00
11 02, 2016

Leslie Shipman | Poetry

2018-12-27T02:09:52+00:00

At the Sculpture Museum As a child my mother broke the soft wall of my face .....................................The curvilinear of my torn cheek .....................................the model of an arc .....................................floating beneath [...]

Leslie Shipman | Poetry2018-12-27T02:09:52+00:00