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Three Poems photo
April 3, 2018 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Three Poems

Karen J. Weyant

I ended up in right field, ponytail eschew, cap falling to the bridge of my nose, shadowing my freckled cheeks.

The Kid photo
April 2, 2018 | BASEBALL, Poetry

The Kid

Bryce Emley

I don’t think it made a sound.

Two Poems photo
March 30, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lisa Favicchia

The Beaches Are Made of Fish Bone Here

and Candlewood Lake used to be a town, dragged away by Barnum... more

Two Poems  photo
March 29, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Sara Sutterlin

Feels impossible
like trying to slice
a tomato with the
Wrong Knife
like trying to heal
with the Wrong Love

-

I am the... more

Two Poems photo
March 26, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Angelo Maneage

Catch fire overtaking

I GOT NOTHING      I HAVE / NOTHING     I HAVE

CHLAMYDIA I GOT... more

Three Poems photo
March 23, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jason Phoebe Rusch

Ritual for a Lover

Monitor your calorie intake,
shear off your spare tire,
huff over the... more

Two Poems photo
March 19, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alain Ginsberg

so of course let it greet you fully in the face of your body
and tackle that which sent it into the dust
and rejoice that a body can chill and still chill back.

Three poems photo
March 15, 2018 | Poetry

Three poems

Erik Kennedy

I fear being buried alive, but I insist on being buried when I'm dead.

Self-guided tours photo
March 13, 2018 | Poetry

Self-guided tours

Lacey Rowland

Self-guided tour: Exhibit #9 from the National Museum of Broken Marriages

A medium says to channel the late wife through... more

10.10.12 photo
March 9, 2018 | Poetry

10.10.12

Jeanine Walker

Whatever: molecules transform / and become part of my arms, my legs—that’s cool.

glossary of coping mechanisms photo
March 7, 2018 | Poetry

glossary of coping mechanisms

Jessica Morey-Collins

Glass of Water—

Selves rasp against each other. Mother's little bucket of wisdom tipped over; teacher's sweet girl has... more

Two Poems photo
March 5, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Jaime Zuckerman

They

whoever they are they warn freak snowstorms
in spring & weak apple harvests & everyone mutters
certain doom in... more

Chelsea Martin Poems photo
March 2, 2018 | Poetry

Chelsea Martin Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

In these poems I am using ‘Chelsea Martin’ as a pseudonym for someone who is not Chelsea Martin.

three poems photo
March 2, 2018 | Poetry

three poems

Mary Boo Anderson

I've been socialized to be alive / the quiet death of women eating salad

Two Poems photo
February 28, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Luis Neer

i have stopped worrying / about being / a robot / version of me / with unfamiliar eyes / but i have other worries

Three Poems photo
February 26, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Dana Alsamsam

We lie here together, gold in charred hands, / pulling the ash from each other’s hair.

 

Five Poems photo
February 23, 2018 | Poetry

Five Poems

David Schaefer

This is the most difficult sermon, / The one where the disciples / Burn the hamburger buns and / Christ nearly misses his train.

Four Poems photo
February 22, 2018 | Poetry

Four Poems

Vandana Khanna

I grow our loneliness in my mouth, feed you— / sweet and bleak— under a halo of buzzing stars.

Five Poems photo
February 21, 2018 | Poetry

Five Poems

Elizabeth Schmuhl

The snow is beautiful and I want to die. Who could / refuse this softness?

Two Poems photo
February 19, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Ananda Lima

We were little and we wore white we squinted at all that light we were hungry we were given pink candied popcorn

Two Poems photo
February 16, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Cameron Quan Louie

Than the plastic donation kiosks in a mall / shaped like a funnel. You walk up and roll / your change and watch all of it spiral down

Two Poems photo
February 9, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lauren Westerfield

I am all the way turned on; turned up. Nerve-hiss-skin. There is a story here, and I am running interference.

From, "COMPANY" photo
February 8, 2018 | Poetry

From, "COMPANY"

Emily Hunt

It isn't natural / for a thin stem with fruits / to sprout up – / they're heavy, / they're supposed to just hang.

Three Poems photo
February 6, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Mariel Fechik

I dream myself into a field that is lime green. There is a branch in my lungs, and I can’t love like I used to. This is a ghost story.

Three Poems photo
January 24, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Christine Stroud

The Gemini

It would be a lie to say I always went to bed with one brother
and woke up with another—that at night he placed... 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.