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2 Poems photo
November 5, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Matthew Olzmann

THE SKULL OF A UNICORN

It “might” be a hoax.
That’s what they’re reporting. 
“Might” be a hoax. 
Not is a hoax.
Not... more

Two Poems photo
October 31, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kimberly Ann Southwick

like when I stand with the kitchen scissors in the citygarden, / thunderloving a green skinned fruit. // He hears my kisses, a wall grabber, the neighbors’ dog / left out in the cold.      here’s to his / soft wet nose      and a part of me / that bleeds dogblood, impure.

Poem for My Neighborhood photo
October 24, 2013 | Poetry

Poem for My Neighborhood

Stephen Morrow

 

I have been trying very hard / to consider the window’s pane, / but life keeps occurring beyond it. / Two gangs who were firing .45s / at each other across our busy street / inadvertently shot a lady in the forehead.

Biggie Poems photo
October 22, 2013 | Poetry

Biggie Poems

P. J. Williams


Juicy

            “This album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to... more

Three Poems photo
October 17, 2013 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jill McDonough

 

I chose to love the ones / I poured coffee for. Now I let myself fill / with tenderness for undergrads and murderers, / imagine them as children, little boys and girls. / Privilege and wonder, her underbite and glasses. / His new haircut, her white socks.
 
Two Poems photo
October 10, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Justin Carter

 

you want back to ‘93: to soft skin / & nights driving down dirt road / & the desire to still be— / breathing, you want to say / but instead you think of all the things you wish / she was not

Listening to Nick Drake photo
October 3, 2013 | Poetry

Listening to Nick Drake

Michael Brokos

 

You’re beating him, he needs to protect / the plate and his at-bat, throw something / outside the zone! something he can’t / possibly hit, think how afraid he must be / of you.

2 Poems photo
September 30, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Mike Roberts

Interrupting

      and above the dryer on the back porch she let hang three pieces of purple glass—sometime broken—taped together... more

3 Poems photo
September 27, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Michael Schmeltzer

 

Re: Re: Personal Ad #5 (A Kiss Worth Three Lives)

My father was in the war and told me never to ask
if a soldier ever killed... more

Be a 22 Year Old American Boy photo
September 26, 2013 | Poetry

Be a 22 Year Old American Boy

Atticus Davis

.I

Be a 22 year old American boy—get really drunk and embarrass yourself in front of the beautiful, freckled,... more

3 Poems photo
September 25, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

J. Bradley

I Was A White Girl In A Crowd Of White Girls In The Park

The NSA did nothing after I left a document open on my laptop. In it, I... more

Rap Poems photo
September 24, 2013 | Poetry

Rap Poems

Mark Cugini

I. / A yawning / Pitbull puppy / dipped in gold.

Milk Sickness photo
September 23, 2013 | Poetry

Milk Sickness

David Greenspan

The boy has horrible teeth and a bicycle. They’re yellow, his teeth, and after school the children take a tree branch to his... more

5 Poems photo
September 20, 2013 | Poetry

5 Poems

Willis Plummer

*
i'm gandhi on the beaches
of northern california
i take comfort
in the fact that
the government watches me
on public... more

3 Poems photo
September 18, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jill Talbot

Absorbed

I was returning to a Texas town I had no business in,
and when I took him back into my bed, snuck into
his office... more

4 Poems photo
September 16, 2013 | Poetry

4 Poems

Dominic Gualco

burrow

you traced along the freckles on my back
with black ink,
like a crumpled constellation

i looked at the picture and... more

You Just Got Boomed photo
September 13, 2013 | Poetry

You Just Got Boomed

Ben Gross

you can call me the Boom Doctor

I have your emptied-out torso on the operating table

2 Poems photo
September 11, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

h. l. nelson

Tops Like Arrows

Dan’s Trans Am smashed into the guardrail,
him doing 75, all hopped up
on Dexatrim and Coors Lite.
I remember... more

White Wearing Wet Pants photo
September 9, 2013 | Poetry

White Wearing Wet Pants

Shane Allison

I’m wet and wearing white pants
I’m wet and wearing
White pants.
I’m wet and
Wearing white
Pants. I’m... more

Remember To photo
September 6, 2013 | Poetry

Remember To

Sarah Jean Alexander


I dreamt about walking around Ikea by myself and buying a lime green ice cube tray. I drive to the post office and pick out a large... more

3 Poems photo
September 4, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Ras Dia

 

Tritina: Die

Our lives, the lyrics of ‘Die! Die! Die!’
Less the scenes in Die Hard or Die! Die!
My Darling! or Juliet... more

3 Poems photo
September 2, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

xTx

Desireé Panda and the Lee Van Cleefs

A murder dinner for beckoning.  Let’s have a grave way with phonics.  Let’s tangle bright... more

Three Poems photo
August 27, 2013 | Poetry

Three Poems

Tracy Dimond

 

After a couple of Martinis, // one may regard oneself pleasantly pixelated. / I cure nerves with a ten-hour Netflix binge, // then curve my vertebrae to you / while our phones update.

Probably Starlings photo
August 22, 2013 | Poetry

Probably Starlings

Chris Garson

 

Washer and dryer as hapless duo, / each crashing and beating the other // to shit, idiot tandem: all this / while standing in place.

Two Poems photo
August 13, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Renée Ashley

For weeks I thought only of this We are a body We will come undone A table of snow and a table of sorrow A tea that smells of a house burned down

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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.