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Spring Training
j. taylor bell
i'm in love with the thousand yard stare
deeply towards the worn fold
of the catcher's glove
Myth of Extra Innings
Tim Neil
I pause from scraping frost
off the car, and watch my gray
emissions wisp away
into the chill. I miss strict
seasons, and knowing
what to wear. Last week, it was 72.
When will summer
Balk/Change Up/Intentional Walk/Rehab Assignment/The Off Day
John Walser
Just that instant
when thinking becomes
too much
Nostalgia Sells
Chris Pellizzari
Drive-in movie theater, Merrillville, Indiana, 1989
Field of Dreams on a screen bigger than every building in Merrillville,
my brother and I eating chocolate sundaes from mini Dairy Queen
In a New York Summer
David Ehmcke
Two men smoking cigarettes on Bleecker could mean anything
to each other.
I Laugh at My Great-Grandmother’s Funeral
Josephine Wu
All the time I don’t know what I’ve lost.
Josephine, or Alter Ego
Joseph O. Legaspi
Is this how a woman
Disappears, water-tap and soil
The Stay of Grief
Elizabeth Crowell
There is one boat out every day.
We are never packed in time to take it.
Outside the VIP Room of Club Private Grief
Nick Martino
She flips a stool on the bar like a lamb
Little Prayer for a Snail
Ben Seanor
There’s so much advice
in the world, such as: if you’re feeling
very low, put on a suit
Jen Frantz
Jen Frantz
I made a call
and I lived.
It was the longest
life of my life.
Question for the Rio Grande
Saúl Hernández
Do you remember the names of everyone you swallow
Three Poems
Rebecca Hawkes
One of your axolotls has eaten the other
and every week you clean its twenty-litre tank
of cannibal excrement.
End of an Empire
Nikki Blazek
i look like eurotrash
in your red sweatshirt
and blue sweat shorts but
A Drawing of My First Tattoo
Mercury-Marvin Sunderland
tree tree tree tree calvin calv hobbes
Do Not Ask God For The Way To Heaven; He Will Show You The Hardest One
David Wojciechowski
A man was arrested for creating a labyrinth in an IKEA.
Red Aphrodite
Andie Sheridan
doesn’t know how to give a PROPER blowjob
The spittle
of the sea
otherwise known as Jamaica Pond
dries hard on her eros:erring:elbow still deeper
resonating
in her
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Exit, Carefully
Elizabeth Ellen
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub


