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Little Death in Five Parts photo
March 28, 2016 | Poetry

Little Death in Five Parts

Juliana Converse

I’m hoarse and feverish. We sing in the streets, “Feelin’ good was good enough for me, hee hee,” but then the breakfast booth only has two seats.

Milk Poems photo
March 25, 2016 | Poetry

Milk Poems

Emily Carney

I wear a velvet piece to the therapist’s office and she asks me to close my eyes. We agree to experience an illusion of me dancing...

Two Poems photo
March 24, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Brennan Bestwick

I do not leave
the houses I’ve built, I carry the nails and raise

the walls around me

Two Poems photo
March 22, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Scott Fenton

The plastic palm tree’s strung with bulbs like a bike chain. We take tropical vacations beyond Bed & Bath.

Autocomplete photo
March 17, 2016 | Poetry

Autocomplete

H.R. Webster

I can’t stop watching teenage boys eat shit at the skate park.
It gives me real pleasure.

Two Poems photo
March 15, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Melissa Queen

You breathe and scream so deep, underwater it sounds like song. 

Three Poems photo
March 10, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

David Wright

It is the intricate weaving of scents in the hair of your mustacheless beard. 

These things photo
March 10, 2016 | Poetry

These things

Maribeth Theroux

A wedding is coming
up, and it’s mine

Three Poems photo
March 8, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Chloe N. Clark

On the bus, crunched between
the pole and an undergrad, I try to study
my hands.

My Old Friend Lou photo
March 3, 2016 | Poetry

My Old Friend Lou

Milton P. Ehrlich

Every time I walk to the library
I pass my old friend’s house
who doesn’t live there,
or anywhere anymore.

The Butcher photo
February 26, 2016 | Poetry

The Butcher

Teresa Plana

  Once a year I decide I don't love you. It's today. Watch me not make you breakfast. The child is... more

Alpha Centauri, Taylor Rain photo
February 25, 2016 | Poetry

Alpha Centauri, Taylor Rain

Vishal Narang

  I've seen my friend Taylor sleeping mouth open sometimes, one time with a boner Whenever I've... more

Deleted Vows photo
February 23, 2016 | Poetry

Deleted Vows

Vincent Scarpa

  To love is to understand the tsunami-- that it's just a thing the sea does when it's been too... more

No One Ever Said a Murder Ballad was Anything but Haunting photo
February 19, 2016 | Poetry

No One Ever Said a Murder Ballad was Anything but Haunting

BJ Love

but that's all about to change. My murder ballads, well, they prefer to terrify. I... more

Sick Days photo
February 17, 2016 | Poetry

Sick Days

Kailey-Alyssa

  chipped finger nails the door shut         a swastika earlobe   an appalachian... more

Two Poems photo
February 12, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Miles Preston-Clark

  Greek Yogurt my daughter and I were watching TV it was some show where a group of overweight women lose a bunch of... more

Hot Box photo
February 11, 2016 | Poetry

Hot Box

Sheila Squillante

where’s my dark booth damp panties mid-day fluff and relief

Two Poems photo
February 10, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Indiana Jones

  THE HEART OF THE MATTER If I had any money I would leave the country. There aren't any people here and I know them... more

My Body photo
February 5, 2016 | Poetry

My Body

Moriah Pearson

That thing I scrape against every floor. That thing, that thing keeps betraying me. I knock on wooden bones for good luck, but... more

the preamble to the deceleration of independence photo
February 4, 2016 | Poetry

the preamble to the deceleration of independence

Sam Price

  everyone leaves the party and I'm still at the party I sleep on... more

Real Winter photo
February 2, 2016 | Poetry

Real Winter

Lucy Tiven

The first time i took an Adderall I fell in love and was in love

for four years.

Two Poems photo
February 1, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Joseph Parker Okay

  father, son, and holy void i no longer care whose fault it was which probably means it was mine. i could... more

Two Poems photo
January 28, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Elizabeth Powell

The past kept living inside me like a cheap Timex. “Where are you going?” the store clerk said. But I heard my father in my head, practically dragging me from bed to bon voyage me out of Newark when this terminal was merely stairs, no moving sidewalks...

2 Poems photo
January 21, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sarah Jean Alexander

For the thousandth time
I am describing our arms
and how they are
the perfect length

Three Poems photo
January 21, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Eszter Takacs

I built a Ferrari inside my white mouth
The shape of it was blue  and up came the sun
I said hey, Ferrari and with my white mouth   huffed it good, huffed it pretty
The throat of your pale moon heartscape contained me

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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

a set of linked stories with some of the same characters from Person/a and a lot of new ones and the world is the same but different from the world in Person/a and the stories take place in a year absent from Person/a. if that makes sense. contains the Pushcart Prize winning story "Teen Culture" from American Short Fiction, if that's something that moves you to buy books. <3

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Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!