Wimpy AF

i awoke to the sound of a neighbor crying someone’s suffering is combing my hair

2019-09-29T19:50:54-04:00November 2017|POETRY|

Alexandra Naughton

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.

2019-09-29T19:51:02-04:00November 2017|POETRY|

Alan Chazaro

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

2019-09-29T19:51:08-04:00November 2017|POETRY|

Meghann Boltz

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

2019-09-29T19:51:11-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Alfredo Aguilar

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

2019-09-29T19:51:14-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Raquel Salas Rivera

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

2019-09-29T19:51:26-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Jessica Lawson

Someplace else enrages the turtle why a turtle a turtle never did anything to me okay then an old white man with a sign.

2019-09-29T19:51:38-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Cooper Wilhelm

Despite everything, my parents raised me. / They even loved me. These things / should always be surprising.

2019-09-29T19:51:34-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Moira J

I watched a woman become gore under microscopes, / glowing skin a subterfuge of dust and memory.

2019-09-29T19:51:48-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Inga Lea Schmidt

all of the lights in the store have gone burnt / dim gaping shelves bent back like bones / breathing fruit rot and dust and no one

2019-09-29T19:51:42-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Dylan Carpenter

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

2019-09-29T19:51:54-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Hannah Kucharzak

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.

2019-09-29T19:52:24-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

Mariel Fechik

We cling to each other like / dust motes to light, and / fall the same way - slow and / landing in erratic patterns.

2019-09-29T19:52:09-04:00October 2017|POETRY|

jamie mortara

i couldn't remember what flowers The Hatchet liked so i brought some twigs and branches from the backyard

2019-09-29T19:52:10-04:00September 2017|POETRY|

Emma Claire Foley

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

2019-09-29T19:52:54-04:00September 2017|POETRY|

Katy Kim

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

2019-09-29T19:54:05-04:00July 2017|POETRY|

Nadia Choudhury

     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

2019-09-29T20:16:01-04:00July 2017|POETRY|

Erin Taylor

a traumatic photosynthesis i have built a city entirely made of baby teeth, roots holding still the frosted fort.

2019-09-29T20:16:21-04:00July 2017|POETRY|

Alexis Pope

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

2019-09-29T20:16:34-04:00July 2017|POETRY|

Bonnie Chau

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.

2019-09-29T20:16:51-04:00July 2017|POETRY|

Will Frazier

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

2019-09-29T20:16:55-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

Sarah Jordan

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.

2019-09-29T20:17:27-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

Liz Bowen

i put u in back of my shoulders / where u can see me only / where i can only imagine the shape

2019-09-29T20:17:49-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

Jon-Michael Frank

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

2019-09-29T20:17:54-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

beyza ozer

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

2019-09-29T20:17:57-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

Andy Nicole Bowers

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

2019-09-29T20:18:07-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

Andrea Abi-Karam

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

2019-09-29T20:18:10-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

Amy Lawless

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

2019-09-29T20:18:14-04:00May 2017|POETRY|

Jessica Bebenek

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

2019-09-29T20:18:53-04:00March 2017|POETRY|

Anne Cecelia Holmes

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

2019-09-29T20:18:51-04:00March 2017|POETRY|

Michelle Betters

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

2019-09-29T20:19:13-04:00March 2017|POETRY|

MK Chavez

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

2019-09-29T20:19:16-04:00March 2017|POETRY|

Skylar Salvatore

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

2019-09-29T20:20:17-04:00March 2017|POETRY|

Talin Tahajian

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.

2019-09-29T20:20:24-04:00March 2017|POETRY|

Janea Kelly

Crooked tongue, chipped teeth but so Pisces rising, Sagittarius sun: What a nice enough girl with ugly parts.

2019-09-29T20:20:39-04:00February 2017|POETRY|

Precious Okoyomon

I lied in my last confession, I have dishonoured my mother and father, um – I have um – hurt people that I care about.

2019-09-29T20:20:35-04:00February 2017|POETRY|

Fisayo Adeyeye

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

2019-09-29T19:27:42-04:00January 2017|POETRY|


DAY ONE: I followed an ant back to his nest in the Chihuahuan Desert, a little juniper seed in his mouth.

2019-09-29T19:29:29-04:00December 2016|POETRY|

Ritapa Neogi

My sail’s facing the smelly blue sky, something so alluring, between trash, college students and a giant mass of air pollution.

2019-09-29T19:29:32-04:00December 2016|POETRY|

Jessie Janeshek

We were ambitious, tore golden tickets, couldn’t stand Dad nesting in bed, how our time disappeared in the night.

2019-09-29T19:29:36-04:00December 2016|POETRY|

Dara Cerv

Were fused then jumped by a frequency Multiplied along a wire That extends from the wrist of a fiery deity

2019-09-29T19:30:01-04:00November 2016|POETRY|

Jon Ruseski

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.

2019-09-29T19:30:05-04:00November 2016|POETRY|

Monet P. Thomas

Beds are strange places: havens, homes to dead skin, I spend so much time with mine but don’t know it at all.

2019-09-29T19:30:10-04:00November 2016|POETRY|