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Three Poems photo
December 21, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Amanda Hayes

I grew up in grass but here / everything is bladeless, // hair thinned past feathers, / sheets slick enough to grease a boar.

Two Poems photo
December 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kyle Liang

We walk to the edge of the continent / and there in the sand I turn to her and say, / look,
this is where I buried myself 

Chupacabra Summer: Seminole, Texas, 1998 photo
December 19, 2017 | Poetry

Chupacabra Summer: Seminole, Texas, 1998

Abigail Carl-Klassen

 Most nights we stayed behind, Tweety Bird / pajama shirts stretched over our knees, waist-length hair soaking / our backs as we sat on the floor and thumbed glossy 10mm prints.

Love Letter to Ace Perry photo
December 17, 2017 | Poetry

Love Letter to Ace Perry

Doug Paul Case

It’s winter and again
my knees are beginning

to ache. My wants

Side Traxx photo
December 14, 2017 | Poetry

Side Traxx

Brian Czyzyk

I’m going out
to snag a man. 

Autobiography Inside a Church photo
December 12, 2017 | Poetry

Autobiography Inside a Church

Hussain Ahmed

my parents taught me to say ‘surrender’
in a dozen foreign languages.

2 Poems photo
December 6, 2017 | Poetry

2 Poems

Ethan Chua

the night of the attack

mother did you hear them
they had tongues like lightning
and forked through the forest
shooting the... more

3 Poems photo
December 4, 2017 | Poetry

3 Poems

Edmund Sandoval

Is there ever a time to think of poetry? Of poets? Of the rivers of the delta? 

The rabbit's bones photo
December 1, 2017 | Poetry

The rabbit's bones

Hannah Allen

Subtraction, division,

rabbit bones, rabbit lives

Three Poems photo
November 29, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jess Rizkallah

sometimes i wake up in empty fields, waiting for the aliens to take me. they haven’t yet,  but any day now, i’m sure.

Three Poems photo
November 24, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Michael B. Tager

I am David Attenborough. / I fear no mountain. / I fear no crane. / I fear no plastic bag.

Three Poems photo
November 22, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Bryce Berkowitz

And somehow I’m supposed to get dressed in the morning / when most days arrive like a gold chain tangled in black chest hair.

Two Poems photo
November 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lindsey Warren

 Please, I need those thick markers from the craft store, you know, the ones that color far away from each other; you turn the corner into golden golden golden any night

Four Poems photo
November 17, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Erica Bernheim

You will etch your name in the most lunar dust. This world / may be large enough for none of us, saddest darling.

Four Poems photo
November 15, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Hieu Minh Nguyen

 It’s simple, really. / You, like the other yous / are gone,            returned to the God of metals.

Three Poems photo
November 13, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jane Huffman

After being hospitalized in 1968 / for an aortic aneurysm, Rothko’s doctor / prescribed that he only paint and draw / on mediums less than three feet tall.

Jacques’s Garden photo
November 10, 2017 | Poetry

Jacques’s Garden

Anna Kelley

And what is essential for me to believe is that / the plants themselves were changed by Joan, / that bathing with her in the light and fragrance

Four Poems photo
November 9, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Brionne Janae

spirits in the trees / hush love hush love / go’on fly home

Two Poems photo
November 6, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Liz N. Clift

 how you came with shadows, / but not darkness, like the other person I love, / the type of darkness that lays like a quilt.

Four Poems photo
November 3, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Mitchell Glazier

It’s bronzy August and I need this to be all over. / Most of my poems are shaped like crows, / so what’s eating you?

Three Poems photo
November 2, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Talia Flores

A man spills a red solo cup down my shirt like hands. Hands bury in my skin. The speakers bury in my skin. I have never felt farther from the sky, or from my own spit.

Two Poems photo
November 1, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Muriel Leung

The pinwheels of my mourning, having moved to a windless town.

Rarely do I think of death while gnawing the bottom of a vanilla cone.

Two Poems photo
October 30, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Olatunde Osinaike

 i’ve just noticed the harvest / of my hands the last few months, / its loyal glean, the soft shake / to settle my ripe diligence.

Four Poems photo
October 27, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Erin Taylor

every great sadness has occurred because someone / decided fate with their bare hands.

Two Poems photo
October 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michael Mungiello

My Left Arm

I was a fruit cake meat loaf of influences –
my name was Sloppy Joe,
I was canned pineapple slices
left out in... more

Recent Books

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Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

A 400-page collection of poems in fours sections: Nicki Minaj Songs, Bob Dylan Songs, Elliott Smith Songs, and 90s Riot Grrrls Songs.

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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.