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Love Letter to Ace Perry photo
December 17, 2017 | Poetry

Love Letter to Ace Perry

Doug Paul Case

It’s winter and again
my knees are beginning...

Side Traxx photo
December 14, 2017 | Poetry

Side Traxx

Brian Czyzyk

I’m going out
to snag a man. 

Autobiography Inside a Church photo
December 12, 2017 | Poetry

Autobiography Inside a Church

Hussain Ahmed

my parents taught me to say ‘surrender’
in a dozen foreign languages.

2 Poems photo
December 6, 2017 | Poetry

2 Poems

Ethan Chua

the night of the attack

mother did you hear them
they had tongues like lightning
and forked through the forest
shooting the... more

3 Poems photo
December 4, 2017 | Poetry

3 Poems

Edmund Sandoval

Is there ever a time to think of poetry? Of poets? Of the rivers of the delta? 

The rabbit's bones photo
December 1, 2017 | Poetry

The rabbit's bones

Hannah Allen

Subtraction, division,

rabbit bones, rabbit lives

Three Poems photo
November 29, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jess Rizkallah

sometimes i wake up in empty fields, waiting for the aliens to take me. they haven’t yet,  but any day now, i’m sure.

Three Poems photo
November 24, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Michael B. Tager

I am David Attenborough. / I fear no mountain. / I fear no crane. / I fear no plastic bag.

Three Poems photo
November 22, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Bryce Berkowitz

And somehow I’m supposed to get dressed in the morning / when most days arrive like a gold chain tangled in black chest hair.

Two Poems photo
November 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lindsey Warren

 Please, I need those thick markers from the craft store, you know, the ones that color far away from each other; you turn the corner into golden golden golden any night

Four Poems photo
November 17, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Erica Bernheim

You will etch your name in the most lunar dust. This world / may be large enough for none of us, saddest darling.

Four Poems photo
November 15, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Hieu Minh Nguyen

 It’s simple, really. / You, like the other yous / are gone,            returned to the God of metals.

Three Poems photo
November 13, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jane Huffman

After being hospitalized in 1968 / for an aortic aneurysm, Rothko’s doctor / prescribed that he only paint and draw / on mediums less than three feet tall.

Jacques’s Garden photo
November 10, 2017 | Poetry

Jacques’s Garden

Anna Kelley

And what is essential for me to believe is that / the plants themselves were changed by Joan, / that bathing with her in the light and fragrance

Four Poems photo
November 9, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Brionne Janae

spirits in the trees / hush love hush love / go’on fly home

Two Poems photo
November 6, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Liz N. Clift

 how you came with shadows, / but not darkness, like the other person I love, / the type of darkness that lays like a quilt.

Four Poems photo
November 3, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Mitchell Glazier

It’s bronzy August and I need this to be all over. / Most of my poems are shaped like crows, / so what’s eating you?

Three Poems photo
November 2, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Talia Flores

A man spills a red solo cup down my shirt like hands. Hands bury in my skin. The speakers bury in my skin. I have never felt farther from the sky, or from my own spit.

Two Poems photo
November 1, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Muriel Leung

The pinwheels of my mourning, having moved to a windless town.

Rarely do I think of death while gnawing the bottom of a vanilla cone.

Two Poems photo
October 30, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Olatunde Osinaike

 i’ve just noticed the harvest / of my hands the last few months, / its loyal glean, the soft shake / to settle my ripe diligence.

Four Poems photo
October 27, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Erin Taylor

every great sadness has occurred because someone / decided fate with their bare hands.

Two Poems photo
October 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michael Mungiello

My Left Arm

I was a fruit cake meat loaf of influences –
my name was Sloppy Joe,
I was canned pineapple slices
left out in... more

[my body is an american] photo
October 24, 2017 | Poetry

[my body is an american]

p.e. garcia

my body is an american / casket, shove the corpses / through my eyesockets til they spill / from my mouth

Four Poems photo
October 23, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Kristin Bock

When my children walk by, it will be like looking into the sun. Your children will have to bow their heads. My children’s eyes will be the color of electric blue icebergs.

Five Poems photo
October 20, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Parker Tettleton

I want to walk in where I walk in & not think about me or you or anyone else we know—I want my recycling to be perfect.

Recent Books

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Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

A 400-page collection of poems in fours sections: Nicki Minaj Songs, Bob Dylan Songs, Elliott Smith Songs, and 90s Riot Grrrls Songs.

 

 

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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!

 

 

 

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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

Saul Stories is a linked collection that explores the relationships between a forty-year-old female artist, her teenaged daughter, and her daughter's friends. With ferocious realism, the book interrogates how children of differing classes and races are treated in the U.S., and the salacious and skeptical ways the current culture views cross-generational friendships. But most potently—in narratives taking place in Denny's and movie theatres and living rooms and cars—Saul Stories wonders what it means to be a woman and an artist and a mother, all at once.