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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 long

missing the... 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



chipped finger

nails the door shut         a swastika

earlobe   an appalachian woman

swollen & eating dirt      ... 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



If I had any money I would leave the country. There aren't any people here and I know them all. I... 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 the floor... 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 drive... 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

3 Poems photo
January 19, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Kate Monica

You scare me kind of           your admission of an emo phase  

Three Poems photo
January 14, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rosalynde Vas Dias

I didn't imagine you could grow into your harness, that it could embed in your skin, that you could plod one circle for so long that actually stopping would open up the ache in your body.  

Three Poems photo
January 14, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rosalynde Vas Dias

And it is easy, so easy / to welcome them into the poem.

Family Reunion photo
January 7, 2016 | Poetry

Family Reunion

Hannah Gamble

Yes, the girl says, / thus entering into an unspoken agreement / that a black shirt with prints of golden parrots and martini glasses / is the only requisite balm.

3 Poems photo
January 5, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

John Poch

When God is sleeping with his eagle, / we are like a woman with a peacock / under her arm telling the river hush. 

Two Poems photo
December 31, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Matt Massaia

The vet said that the humane thing to do would have been to let it die, to continue
doing whatever it was that I was doing. 

Two Poems photo
December 29, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Audrey Spensley

I come to you the way an animal finds a quiet place to die.

Three Poems photo
December 28, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Paul Asta

When Bobby Flay looks at the camera, he looks
at your soul, your secret ingredient, the insides
of your cupboards, the depths of which are unknown.

6 Poems photo
December 18, 2015 | Poetry

6 Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Are you Beyoncé? My daughter says.

I am holding a pair of Nike kneepads in my hand.

No, I say.

I am not Beyoncé, I say.

2 Poems photo
December 18, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Emily Carney

I think about how the flashes bouncing back from selfies seem really ‘cinematic’
and how shia labeouf seems very alaskan
alaskan with hard fists, and lonely

Iggy Pops Got A Rocket In His Pocket photo
December 17, 2015 | Poetry

Iggy Pops Got A Rocket In His Pocket

Jacob S. Knabb

Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and he shore is gone pull it out.

2 Poems photo
December 15, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Rachel Corso

At happy hour he compared you to Carrie Bradshaw and
you thought this was funny.

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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Jason Phoebe Rusch

Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.