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January 16, 2020 | Poetry

Having Been Called Dirt

Joe Betz

the water's instant when still...

January 14, 2020 | Poetry

All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands

Alec Prevett

I want to be remembered like this: taut...

January 6, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alex Manley

"Brooklyn Roof" and "Querying"

December 30, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Dujie Tahat

salat to define the terms of ritual

               [adhan]

A calling, a culling, a billowing
minaret banner, a cigarette starter thrown
out a moving car window to prove a point.

         

December 27, 2019 | Poetry

No Ducks Were Harmed in the Writing of this Poem

Daniel Paul

I dreamed we were in a department store trying to buy you shoes.

December 20, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Dustin Pearson

My Brother’s Two Screams 

I heard two screams from my bedroom. Outside,
my brother had killed his best friend. That day 
the clouds stayed put. The trees swayed under 
gentle winds, but not

December 19, 2019 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Nora Claire Miller

NAME LIKE A GIRL

I am a girl named older. I get in the way
of my own sleeping. Not being average
like that house, full of triangular
objects, where I only know two
animals, a fish and a

December 18, 2019 | Poetry

Ceres in the Uncreation

Anne Barngrover

I tried to write a warning
                            in chaste trees and pumpkin vines:
the worst men of our lives will return 
                to us in more ways than one.

Preordained,

December 17, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Miguel Murphy

Chōshū

In the courtyard, 
1867. 
The last heir,

black-haired and naked
before dawn; 
winter 

starlight through the bare 
branches of the banyan 
fucking whistling—

he’s opened

December 16, 2019 | Poetry

Here is longing

Sanna Wani

here is my chest here is where I remember longing has not visited me in a long time longing who I let inside me longing who I let cut my hair with old scissors longing who feels my feet swell and

December 13, 2019 | Poetry

I Threw in an Extra Fuck 

Leah Umansky

                     for virginia

I threw in an extra fuck because it’s spring

I threw in an extra fuck because the long before is here

I threw in an extra fuck because the riveting scene is

December 12, 2019 | Poetry

Ghosts in Empty Houses

Sneha Subramanian Kanta

Ghosts remove fishhooks from animal bodies
in the desolation outside an empty house.

Somewhere between a fortress & forest
cicadas shed skin & leave exoskeletons

on tree barks.

December 6, 2019 | Poetry

TRYING NOT TO BE RAPED, TRYING NOT TO LISTEN TO WHAT MEN TELL ME

Joanna C. Valente

i don't know how to manage time
the same way i manage my 
body

away from men
and their hands and their will and their need

to take me when i'm choosing eggs, when i'm walking
to the bus,

December 4, 2019 | Poetry

A Brief History of Motivations

Jenny Irish

The predominant inquisitor of women accused of witchcraft, it is theorized, was a sadist with acousticophilia: a fetishist aroused by the infliction of pain, humiliation and their associated

November 27, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

L.R. Bird

I REALLY NEED TO STOP FUCKING MY FRIENDS

but o, what of the familiarity?
of known hands learning anew?
of a bad outfit thrown off like silk?
of the easy joke of it? our names
re-translated? my

November 25, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Jenny Mary Brown

Silos and Lip Gloss

We lie on the floor of your living room.
You push up to your elbow and stretch your legs.

I, on my stomach, breathe deep into hard wood.
Blissed out like teens we are drunk

November 22, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Yvonne Amey

The Years Dad Blamed the Breeze

Some nights I imagine Dad as the lift in a shoe or wing of a plane—
his wisdom packed with imaginary insight:   
all shadows have eyes,he'd say, stoking the embers

November 20, 2019 | Poetry

Conversation Between the Girl and her Drugs

Aumaine Rose Gruich

“and where’s the melody
to remedy the melody, the remedy to remedy the remedy” 
      -Diane Seuss 

Last ever moments of falling 
asleep with you, last 
ballooning mood & heartbeat 
so I

November 18, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Samantha DeFlitch

Macy’s Closeout Sale                                                                                                             

I am curious what newcomers think of my city,
but it is not really

November 14, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Hannah Donovan

CYCLE

i sit
drip blood
think i am
such a giver
(whether
i want to be
or not)
where’s your effort
your trail of crumbs
leading to
better understanding
safer sex
i love you
you

November 12, 2019 | Poetry

two poems

Michael Caylo-Baradi

Upward Mobility

First, we push the children into their games and giggles, to insulate them from obscenities circulating in the kitchen  / Then we lose our temper, & act like masters of a new

November 8, 2019 | Poetry

three poems

Marcy Rae Henry

seeds

when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume thru the air and try to touch 
myself the way you touched me

too bad we met/never met

November 6, 2019 | Poetry

Two poems

Mal Young

in the bella resource center

that lesser bond girl
her name was a play on genuflect

i can be good
lowering myself to the ground
everyone says reverent but they always
mean deference

i

November 4, 2019 | Poetry

Dean Young

Justin Jannise

I leave behind a lot of empty wine bottles.
You said eat anything in the fridge and I did
right down to the last gherkin.
Unrelated: your turtle is dead.
You failed to mention it and I failed
to

October 30, 2019 | Poetry

The Others

Justin Runge

One of us photographs...

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