15 03, 2016

Jeremy Radin | Poetry


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 | Poetry2018-11-25T03:40:19-04:00
15 03, 2016

E.C. Belli | Two Poems


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 Poems2018-12-27T02:04:18-04:00
15 03, 2016

Chelsey Shannon | Poetry


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 | Poetry2018-12-27T02:05:20-04:00
11 02, 2016

Sarah Nichols | Poetry


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 | Poetry2018-12-27T02:06:00-04:00
11 02, 2016

Tommy Pico | Poetry


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 | Poetry2018-12-27T02:07:23-04:00
11 02, 2016

Stephon Lawrence | Poetry


//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 | Poetry2018-12-27T02:09:05-04:00
11 02, 2016

Leslie Shipman | Poetry


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 | Poetry2018-12-27T02:09:52-04:00
17 01, 2016

Jennifer Fitzgerald | Poetry


Everglades in High Heat mangroves like finger bones dipping into tea stained water warped and bent gators are trained to follow the whirring fan so customers can snap photo [...]

Jennifer Fitzgerald | Poetry2018-12-27T02:12:30-04:00
17 01, 2016

Brooke Ellsworth | Poetry


RED washing down decongestants with cold coffee reading ur glistening emails just a free-floaty fragment without a torso as if what I was possessed by was your missing arm [...]

Brooke Ellsworth | Poetry2018-12-27T02:13:04-04:00
17 01, 2016

Adrienne Raphel | Poetry


THE RINGMASTER for CK Williams The ringmaster, gaunt in his overalls, seventeen feet tall with a cigarette, leans on the big top. The lions are early, the tamer, late. [...]

Adrienne Raphel | Poetry2018-12-27T02:13:49-04:00
17 01, 2016

Jake Skakun | Poetry


Winter in the Wismar 1 Rain bloats the city, sets my marrow to wax. My neighbour's beard is stained an ochre O. I rarely leave. The shrill birds echo [...]

Jake Skakun | Poetry2018-12-27T02:14:37-04:00
17 01, 2016

Laura Villareal | Poetry


SARDINE SPINE Never have I seen vertebrae so small, so white like a strand of pearls without luster, unclasped. The spine is tenuous, made for a touch more tender [...]

Laura Villareal | Poetry2018-12-27T02:15:12-04:00
16 12, 2015

Ashley Opheim | Poetry


QUIET INDUSTRY I am sucking on pearls and roasting pears on my body. the vibrant splendour of lilac season is fleeting as a love affair leaves me lush and [...]

Ashley Opheim | Poetry2018-12-27T02:15:58-04:00
16 12, 2015

Kasia Juno | Poetry


ON LEAVING BERLIN I sold all my books for a rock of butter and a glass of almond milk A rock and an almond traded for all those hours [...]

Kasia Juno | Poetry2018-12-27T02:17:48-04:00
16 12, 2015

Eva HD | Poetry


LOGICAL POSITIVISM Oh, these gorgeous days, whatever's the opposite of pathetic fallacy. The glorious milkdrop sun; the walnut heart's rotten meat. . HERON If only I were a heron, [...]

Eva HD | Poetry2018-12-27T02:18:32-04:00
16 12, 2015

Ryann Stevenson | Poetry


FUCKING DAFFODILS I turned off. Leaky spout my mind was. I turned off and kept the lights on while I slept. We fucked like deer in prairie grass: camouflaged, [...]

Ryann Stevenson | Poetry2018-12-27T02:19:28-04:00
16 12, 2015

Alysia Nicole Harris | Poetry


CUPIO DISSOLVI a 30 ft. statue of the magyar riding horseback and my sister climbs it in a flimsy party dress panties showing hoists herself right up the tail [...]

Alysia Nicole Harris | Poetry2018-12-27T02:20:53-04:00
4 11, 2015

Erin Lyndal Martin | Poetry


Fireflies of the Apocalypse It seems natural that I should want to keep my blood, want teeth and closed circles here in lakefront country. I step into the cool [...]

Erin Lyndal Martin | Poetry2018-12-27T02:23:03-04:00
4 11, 2015

Sara Ann Sütterlin | Poetry


excerpt from Baveuse (2015), available at Electric Cereal WOMEN WRINKLE You have to be passive to wear Silk . Touching Louise Bourgeois’s spider sculpture was exciting, almost sexual. Ryan didn’t [...]

Sara Ann Sütterlin | Poetry2018-12-27T02:22:27-04:00
4 11, 2015

Owen Lucas | Poetry


510 Permanence of five o'clock At the in-laws', tired Sunday, Where the light rams down Into soupy, roadside weed, Where the chickadees chatter about A sop of misty seed: [...]

Owen Lucas | Poetry2018-12-27T02:29:34-04:00
4 11, 2015

Lauren Winchester | Poetry


CONTINUATION A trend of weather emerges: decomposition. The lake is frozen now, the fish strangled. Any weeds, any green there was, flattened by a cap of glass. The fallen [...]

Lauren Winchester | Poetry2018-12-27T02:30:09-04:00
1 10, 2015

Soren Stockman | Poetry


Elephant Man: Dark Matter Joseph-called-John moves between the pillars on the stage to glimpse the pixies in the lights before him. He creeps close to them and asks every [...]

Soren Stockman | Poetry2018-12-27T02:31:43-04:00
1 10, 2015

Pui Ying Wong | Poetry


SO GROUNDED For Irene Koronas I cling to objects, for example: a leather-bound book, almanacs, sprigs of dried mints. I would like to build a museum like Pamuk has [...]

Pui Ying Wong | Poetry2018-12-27T02:32:48-04:00
1 10, 2015

Lucian Mattison | Poetry


SAND PIPERS Chuck clamshells at them for acting mindlessly, these little joggers in bird suits, talons tapping the glass tabletop of ocean spill. They chirp, bicycle miles of sine [...]

Lucian Mattison | Poetry2018-12-27T02:33:40-04:00
1 08, 2015

Lisa Hiton | Poetry


MAHLER’S NINTH Gone, the pile of shut black mouths bowled in cold water. Gone the thyme and tang of shallot, as the garlic burns in the oil. They whir [...]

Lisa Hiton | Poetry2018-11-25T02:21:43-04:00
1 07, 2015

Gillian Sze | Poetry


(A skilled calligrapher will tell you that they should “give the impression of a sail filled by the wind.” But a poor first stroke, and the others will “look like lost cotton wads tossed by the wind.”)

Gillian Sze | Poetry2018-11-25T02:26:15-04:00
1 05, 2015

Diana Khoi Nguyen | Poetry


He is ryegrass. The voices of his heart like tensed wings; ripples in the serum of a stoppered vial. Death is the only word in any language sleeping won't spoil.

Diana Khoi Nguyen | Poetry2018-11-24T15:06:45-04:00
1 03, 2015

Jessica Scicchitano | Poetry


Ladies, this license plate is your journal, an everlasting ticket up a Northern route where you’ll still have access to electroshock therapy through some faux forest in the middle of the US.

Jessica Scicchitano | Poetry2018-10-22T15:20:09-04:00
1 01, 2015

Monica McClure | Poetry


TENDER DATA Inquiries feel like enemas What is it called when your fist blooms inside someone The civilization I live in has lost its purpose so I turn to [...]

Monica McClure | Poetry2018-11-03T00:33:49-04:00