Category: poetry

Aidan Aragon

in this poem Jesus reads philosophy aloud and

Gabriel kisses the soft spot of his inner elbow

Alaisha Verdeflor

That they haven’t built a language from my name yet.

Next question?

A. Mustafa

i know what you choose
kisses my feet goodbye

A. R. Zarif

something that took so long to put to bed

& now a quieting

A.A. Scalfano

black out the windows
but the storm is in the house

Ali Rachel Pearl

Today I drank the oldest lake so that I could recover the parts of myself that are lost to a time before I was ever here on this earth full of lakes.

Alison Kronstadt

& what good is perspective if the past is drowning? If all you can do is sink?

Amalie Kwassman

still a song caught in her pancreas
of the men of her youth

Alexandra Martinez

“They put it on the stove and wrapped it up in a tortilla! Can you believe that shit?”

Andrew Kahn

—It didn’t hurt much (like a shot from doctor) but feels a little weird physically now but that is probably definitely psychology

Angela F. Qian

Who knows how the body chooses to keep
and to discard.

Anna Kelley

After the second bomb, the trees came to life

Anna Meister

Oh, let me sleep. Home is
the sound of your breathing.

Antonio Lopez

with an adobe shell that quietly endures
the heat of this dunya

Arriel Vinson

Our own kind of hot-as-hell, beautiful, brown home.

Arseny Tarkovsky

I wouldn’t envy what someone else had.
And I would never—really—come back home.

Asa Drake

I stopped complaining,
and it was agony.

Asdrubal Quintero

The first thing we admit to ourselves as human beings
is that we have no idea how the world is going to end.

antmen pimentel mendoza

grindr tells me how far i need to ride my bike to a top 
emoji eggplant emoji eyeballs emoji peach emoji but

Ashley Miranda

we only know the night by sound. i can’t speak for the aspects that have been diagnosed
as un normal_

Bella Moses

To hide is different,
takes some puzzling out.

Austin Araujo

K & I ball surrounded by trees
& the faint huff of lightning bolts.

Aya Satoh

now I shoulder the intoxication
the razor elegant

Bertrand Bickersteth

I know these rivers that flow past me
I’ve peered over their banks and know you do not see me

Bonnie Chau

Any Chinese character will do, preferably one with lots of tiny strokes and dots.

Brittany Adames

At night, the thing that sees me in all this
rawness is the forgiveness I do not lend

myself.

Brittany Adames

Often, when my mother leafs through large, clustered stacks of paper and
prepares them for the shredder, I imagine skin.

Caroline Chavatel

the constellations, how they will expire
one day like curdled milk.

Carrie George

“Grandma, I lied
when I asked to help you
make your famous chocolate cake”

C. Kubasta

I cannot describe the perfect bruises and bite marks on your arm, but Elizabeth Bishop could.

Catch Business

trying to connect with you thru an album you mentioned to me the one day we got to
hang out

CD Eskilson

I want to ask about the suit: whose skin she used and its construction. If gender’s something I can put on too.

Dāshaun Washington

I often find myself thinking of the abuses
you could’ve spared if I weren’t blackmaled

David Ehmcke

Lucifer’s mistress / Bitch boy / Twisted vixen /
who boasts / a woman’s walk /

Derick Mattern

never mind who    dropped it    who slipped up there’s yogurt slopped all over

Edward Salem

The Eighth Intifada wasn’t the dumpster fire we thought it would be.

Elana Lev Friedland

break their legs chokehold them down
in the night keep them up I’m screaming YES YES YES.

Elias Lowe

the undoing of heart-brains
happens quick with avalanches

Elisa Luna-Ady

and if i save that dog / from drowning / maybe i won’t feel so empty / anymore / so i do

Dylan Carpenter

Once I loved the white hide of winter once I forgot once I was glad I really was

E.B. Schnepp

fall out boy, early 2000’s pop punk, accidental gods in ripped jeans wondering what love was

E.B. Schnepp

there aren’t such things as witch hunts now [or at least not by that name anyway]

Emma Miao

My Chinese hides in the crevices

of my mind

Enshia Li

Consider the way snow fell on the Western Front: feathered &
indecisive, droplets sprung flat like parachutes

Esther Sun

On my neck, blue treason
of lapis lazuli, dark cheek
of the moon.

Ethan Luk

I am sculpted with my lips apart,
as if to sing.

Faizan Syed

think i’d like a boy with burnt fingers.

Fargo Tbakhi

think i’d like to kiss a colonizer boy/
send my tongue like a settler

Gabrielle Ralambo-Rajerison

I have been the beautiful man whispering his secrets into a ruined wall and I have been the echo his hands filled with mud.

Gia Marr

I am trying to love
the queerest body
I’ve ever been.

Greg Parker

I have swallowed more victory than I could handle

Greta Moran

I wish I did not negotiate
my body like a capitalist

Hannah Beresford

Is it about a boy? Maddy asked—
bleed-grazed and let—Is it about a girl?

Hannah Watts

chat to your medium roast about identity crises

hazel avery

i like when there’s a fire—even if it’s mine

Inam Kang

[me, hugging him from behind; him, a smile sprouting in surprise]

J Pascutazz

we at amazon want only the best
for our company, our shareholders
and especially our associates

Janea Kelly

Summer is the true season of my creation:
I formed supernova kumquat, you can eat my skin juicy

Januário Esteves

to embrace the infinite in ascending the horizon of the meridians
strolling through the stations like a fascinating and dazzled elf

Jason Harris

& god i, with no premeditation, lit on fire my shirt & shot myself.

Jake Byrne

So how can I be open and honest here on the page?

Jake Skakun

We share a wall:
sad old man | __________ man.