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Three Haiku photo
June 23, 2017 | Poetry

Three Haiku

Rose Schechter

I can almost split your face in two.

THE POEM WHERE DR. PHIL AND I HAVE LUNCH photo
June 19, 2017 | Poetry

THE POEM WHERE DR. PHIL AND I HAVE LUNCH

Katie Darby Mullins

I want him to know that we’re the same.

Trigger Warning photo
June 15, 2017 | Poetry

Trigger Warning

Noah Eli Gordon

It’s not the enormity of the half-eaten doughnut. 

Thinking Errors photo
June 13, 2017 | Poetry

Thinking Errors

J. Bailey Hutchinson

Because I love in the manner of eating I am sure whatever I take from you will pass.

Four Poems photo
June 8, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Jason Phoebe Rusch

As a girl I played with dolls, sang
soprano, wore sparkly eyeshadow from
Claire’s. It never felt good to be called sir.

Secondhand Smoke photo
June 7, 2017 | Poetry

Secondhand Smoke

Martin Ott

The man who bought Hitler’s bed did not have nightmares as a child. 

Four Haiku photo
June 5, 2017 | Poetry

Four Haiku

Maggie Hess

You were the hands

Believeland photo
June 1, 2017 | Poetry

Believeland

Jason Koo

Woke up alone today in my own bed after a solid sleep for the first time in over three weeks, feeling strange there, almost... more

Four Poems photo
May 31, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Lisa Low

I carve horses out of watermelon. I swallow / fish eyes like gum drops. I pray under / neon chandeliers, string chrysanthemum / in my hair. 

Three Poems photo
May 30, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Ruby Brunton

i think i was an onion in a former life / i think you chopped me / lord how high were we last night

Two Poems photo
May 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

John Bonanni

Remember the word “party line”? It meant that everyone in your town who wanted to could hear exactly what you were saying. How fucked up is that? Wasn’t that great?

Four Poems photo
May 24, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Caitlin Scarano

Remember when every stray dog was a love story and the snow that night cleared the crust that had gummed my eyes shut? No, me neither, but fuck it. Let’s get lit one last time. 

Three Poems photo
May 19, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Dorothy Chan

O, I don’t get wet for / the Hot Dads of US Weekly or the dad / bods of Star, but give me Frank Sinatra’s / voice crooning in a Hong Kong cab, and I’m hooked

On those Wednesdays photo
May 17, 2017 | Poetry

On those Wednesdays

Katy Kim

 I wish I had that glorified high school / experience— where some boys / are chugging expired strawberry liqueur / and everyone, I mean everyone, / is sprawling on the grasscarpet

Three Poems photo
May 15, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Leslie Marie Aguilar

When I exhaust all other forms of exploration, / this landscape will deny me at the border; / & I will turn my gaze toward a darkening / sky filled with stars I no longer recognize.

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR   photo
May 11, 2017 | Poetry

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR  

Kristy Bowen

Sometimes I say novels ruined me in the way they ruin all young bookish girls, slowly and tenderly rotting out the light and making room for the sweet dark.

Three Poems photo
May 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Chloe N. Clark

On Wednesday, I find my teeth / have sharpened over the night / It’s a strange thing to get used / to

Five Poems photo
May 5, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Bud Smith

Remember, there’s a light emitting from you and it's not just your cellphone. / The Internet is a scorched wasteland. / But you've walked through worse places / on your way to work.

Five Poems photo
May 2, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Danny Caine

All the waffles in Texas / are shaped like Texas. All / the waffles in Ohio / are shaped like waffles.

Three Poems photo
May 1, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Russell Brakefield

Above me, all the alien lovers are asleep, stuck together beneath their foreign moons.

WHEN ONE MORNING I WOKE UP MISSING JOEY CARUSO, THE BEST SECONDBASEMAN I EVER PLAYED WITH. I COULDN’T SHAKE IT OFF, THIS MISSING. SO I WROTE THIS POEM photo
April 29, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

WHEN ONE MORNING I WOKE UP MISSING JOEY CARUSO, THE BEST SECONDBASEMAN I EVER PLAYED WITH. I COULDN’T SHAKE IT OFF, THIS MISSING. SO I WROTE THIS POEM

Devin Kelly

It means nothing now but it meant enough then, enough to change a life, to alter the smooth rhythmic turning of the world. 

Carl Mays Kills Ray Chapman photo
April 28, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Carl Mays Kills Ray Chapman

Andrew Butler

He doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t want any.

That’s the only way Mays can pitch, 

 

because he doesn’t play the game 

of fraternity formed on summer ballfields. 

Cross Country photo
April 27, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Cross Country

Sandra Marchetti

Whenever I
fly I search
for the baseball
diamonds.

Batter's Box Picture photo
April 26, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Batter's Box Picture

Josh Kalscheur

Me at my most beautiful. Me locked in. Me sacrifice stance.

Off The Diamond photo
April 21, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Off The Diamond

Zebulon Huset

He could say from experience

that Babe Ruth was an asshole,

but he never said it on the field.

Recent Books

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Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

The original 2012 essay collection, redesigned and with three new essays by the author.

 

Available Now!

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Person/a

Elizabeth Ellen

"Ellen’s gigantic, circular novel leaves everything on the page. It’s one of the most thoughtful and creative books I’ve read in a long time."
—Chicago Review of Books, "The Best Books of 2017 (So Far)"

"PERSON/A is a fresh take on familiar feelings of loss and obsession. The novel feels like half autobiography, half fiction, and both halves will leave readers stunned."
—The Los Angeles Review

"I’m more stunned than able to decide or articulate what I really feel about Person/a, and that’s marvelous."
—The Lit Pub

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WOMEN

Chloe Caldwell

"You want this."
– Ashley Ford, Buzzfeed Books

“I’ll read anything Chloe Caldwell writes...  WOMEN is an urgent reminder that narrative is how we make sense of obsession.”
– Elisa Albert, author of After Birth