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Three Poems photo
July 28, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sarah Barber

All summer the future had been coming for us like a thunderstorm at which turkeys look up and drown in the rain.

Poems photo
July 24, 2015 | Poetry

Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I hadn’t had any alcohol to drink in forty-two days.
I had told myself I wouldn’t drink for thirty but once you stop doing something it’s hard to start doing it again.

2 Poems photo
July 23, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Kelly Schirmann

I agree to an extended death

I am yelling out the windows

of this speeding automobile

Three Poems photo
July 21, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

This has to stop— / you're a year dead. I shatter the mirror // with a glare, pace the hall carpet, / but others arrive by dawn, agitated // by thuribles, syllables scattered from / pulpits, daughters buttoned into pastel.

Three Poems photo
July 8, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Molly McGuire

 fuck me here on this scabrous mountain while we all watch each other among sacred olives fuck away desire.

deaths in the family photo
June 30, 2015 | Poetry

deaths in the family

Giancarlo Paradiso

Watching the blood drain was the moment she knew/ that she didn’t have it figured out."

poems photo
June 26, 2015 | Poetry

poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Tanja and I were competing to see who had moved the most as a child.
“I know of at least fourteen places we lived before I was eighteen,” I said.
Tanja started naming places she had lived. She kept naming her grandma’s house over and over, between every place.

3 Poems photo
June 25, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Leigh Matthews

If I too am a void into which/She finds the solace of vanishing.

3 Poems photo
June 24, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Amanda Goldblatt

yesterday I bragged
about having a friend

Two Poems photo
June 23, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Angela Sabo

It's like how falling in love never leaves a good taste in your mouth. 

Six Poems photo
June 19, 2015 | Poetry

Six Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I can only remember smoking weed with Steve once.
It was either right before or right after I married my daughter’s father.

poems about the spiritual weight of hard shell tacos  photo
June 18, 2015 | Poetry

poems about the spiritual weight of hard shell tacos 

Pete Holby

My sense of regret is the dog
you remember with immense fondness
but that you no longer know.

Two Poems photo
June 16, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Bobby Rich

This is a 16-bit top-down adventure game, which, like many adventure games, is focused on a "hero." 

6 Poems photo
June 12, 2015 | Poetry

6 Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

“God, dating Drake would be like dating a submissive,” my daughter said.

Two Poems  photo
June 11, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Julia Paganelli

Construction drills
grind, teeth against the pavement.

2 Poems photo
June 10, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Matthew Olzmann

Dear 52-Hertz Whale: Because you sing at a frequency no other whales can hear, scientists have nicknamed you "The World's Loneliest Whale." I'm sure it's unbearable out there, swimming through eternity, calling out...

Two Poems photo
June 9, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Hannah Baggott

You always complained of migraines. Now, I’m trying to decided if I’m sorry for not having sympathy for you.

6 Poems photo
June 4, 2015 | Poetry

6 Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Nicki Minaj just said, “all my independent women make some noise.”
I didn’t know if she meant me.

Defense photo
June 4, 2015 | Poetry

Defense

Donna Vorreyer

I spend the afternoon planting zinnias in my navel. 

Two Poems photo
June 3, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

William James

Sunday morning meant the smell of pot roast filtering through wooden floor boards.

Dear Caitlyn photo
June 2, 2015 | Poetry

Dear Caitlyn

Alison Taverna

Caitlyn, let me take that hair / in my own hands and curl it down your back.

Don't Worry, Little Monster photo
June 1, 2015 | Poetry

Don't Worry, Little Monster

Chris Rife

"The damage isn't that bad, not yet." 

New York Journal and Advertiser, 1898 photo
May 28, 2015 | Poetry

New York Journal and Advertiser, 1898

Chelsea Werner-Jatzke

 

The Dinosaur of Wyoming

I was never born a hermaphrodite. But I tell this story where I am born a... more

Future Daughter photo
May 27, 2015 | Poetry

Future Daughter

Sally Rodgers


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Motherhood slept astonished as astronomers wept so-so-ago with this sort of blow. This sort of ovary, yo, the... more

Two Poems photo
May 27, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Asha Dore

"My record does not contain the helicopter dream I’ve been having for ten years/where I’m an actor paid by the government to fake a zombie epidemic."

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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."

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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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Dualities

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.