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August 6, 2020 | Poetry

Wight

Mag Gabbert

the dictionary says living being...

August 5, 2020 | Poetry

I'm Going to Butcher This

Farah Ghafoor

a man stands on stage his cue cards flashing...

July 30, 2020 | Poetry

UNTITLED IN A WORLD CALLED MONEY, LOVE, AND FAME

Chris Hutchinson

On Day One, Larry-the-Lizard quits smoking
and eating saturated crap.
Day Two: he buys a hard pack of Dunhill King Size
on his way to Fatty Patty’s Burger Palace. Why?
Because the purplish

July 28, 2020 | Poetry

girl/rampant

A. Prevett

“But beauty wasn’t enough.”
 – Gretchen Marquette
 

Nurturing as a kestrel checking your sheets for mice        I am a woman  designed.   Because  I   was   designed
       it follows that I was

July 23, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems

Anis Gisele

young girls walk alone 
at night and 

                               laugh from their bellies, sing 
                               in jungle gym voices 
                               to cradled stars 

July 21, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Carly Joy Miller

Theater of Inheritance

Wrong to say I accept the rough
face of my family. Your father,

so young-looking, your mother
even more. I grew older than boys

around me because I was

July 17, 2020 | Poetry

Memento Mori, or in Other Words

Stephanie Tom

Canada Goose — the age-old adage of 
whether or not a ton of bricks or a ton 

of feathers is heavier & the fact that it’s
always the feathers because you have to live 

with the guilt on

July 16, 2020 | Poetry

Siege Liturgy

Nandini Dhar

On the tip of my tongue, the shadow of your incomplete rebellion 
a riverine blister ; a city-street broken into brick-brats, 

glued together again to fashion a ceramic gnome, its 
rickety

July 14, 2020 | Poetry

INAMORATA 

Despy Boutris

We keep what’s between us a secret. 
I’m supposed to be at your house

and you’re supposed to be at mine,
but, really, we lie in the center of the wheat 

where no one can find us, make

July 10, 2020 | Poetry

Desire/Excellence

Sean Cho A.

i came to America too young
to be foreign, so all my dreams 
are American and contemporary,
present and blinding as morning-hunger:
a fat gull scavenges for loose plastic bags 
and their

July 8, 2020 | Poetry

in the year 2148, our only nakba

Fargo Tbakhi

is the egg yolk, broken when it was meant to be fried, 
the sobbing of a child who’s just found 
that their favorite character does not survive, 

the scraped knee, the store out of cigarettes

July 7, 2020 | Poetry

My Grandpa Didn’t Immigrate, He Fled Japanese Occupation

Troy Osaki

                                                 ⁠–⁠After José Olivarez 

When Carly’s body
isn’t a body but ash
they wish to be poured
into Lake Washington
below a sun becoming half
a sun,

July 2, 2020 | Poetry

Puig

Miguel Murphy

I took the test. 
Persistent rash? 
A cough? A rumor. 
A fungus 

from that polluted 
Ipanema beach. 
I smiled when I heard, 
took a drag, bent 

my wrist, palm up. Juana 
Delledonne.

June 30, 2020 | Poetry

Tip Top Vacation Performance 

Jordan Clark

TIP TOP VACATION PERFORMANCE

Two women velcroed a husky, mesh tank top
in order to separate the men from the boys.
Then, 20 aisles apart, mimed the crucifixion.
Words I’m akin to grasp start in

June 26, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Alex Bernstein

"Today I Promise," "Rubric for Asparagus," and "My Life"

June 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Danielle Rose

Oort Poetica

The way ice can become a verdant spring. Horace, you know the way we stare through lenses; how we bathe the sky in radio waves. Do you understand what it means to listen to a body

June 22, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Shawn Berman

I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE ANIMALS AND I HOPE ONE DAY TO GET AS EXCITED AS YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE A PICTURE OF A PANDA ON THE COMPUTER

the other day when you came home you were
crying because one of your

June 16, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Joe Emanuel

Polymers

Takes a blow-dryer
to the plastic flower.

Makes its petals
curve the way they’ll be needed

Left sucking long on the last bit
of bubble gum:
out of the lips, it drains
tarry

June 11, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Aiden Heung

The First January Sun I Want to Share with You

At least a handful of sunshine,
the best ataractic; I
steady myself in the russet
downpour, attempting to trace
down this new feeling,
like a

June 9, 2020 | Poetry

Alchemy

Nikki Ummel

Alchemy

Gathers me          with her silver gaze

     the moonlight reflects               milk

                                                                       and

                 

June 4, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michael Chang

you’re out of touch i’m out of time

“You know what to do with that big fat butt

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle”—Jason Derulo

        EVERYDAY WE

June 2, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Mary Moore Dalton

Nirvana

I don’t think it was nirvana playing
I don’t know what it was
in the ocean sometimes
warm water is pulsing under the cold surface
I don’t know if I really mean it. I mean,
maybe it’s a

May 29, 2020 | Poetry

re-learning life at the end of May

Haley Winkle

last month, every
robin I saw looked
like it wanted to fight

May 28, 2020 | Poetry

The Pros & Cons of Breaking Up with a Boyfriend while He’s at Sea

Tyler Friend

Your boyfriend was the first...

May 27, 2020 | Poetry

Joe Rogan

Elizabeth Ellen

 (Netflix is the opiate of the people!)

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks! 

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc."   -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz