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October 5, 2022 | Poetry

3 poems

Cash Compson

Mouth like the

moon. Until death,

be excited. Déjà vu

you’ve never had.

September 27, 2022 | Poetry

I Could Signal Dominance in Email Correspondence as Trained but the Concept Is Offensive and I’m Baby

Sarah Lyn Rogers

I, I, I, I, the angel speaks herself

September 23, 2022 | Poetry

Another Day at the Museum of Forgetfulness

Todd Campbell

I finger a ring of keys and wonder what doors they might unlock.

September 20, 2022 | Poetry

I knew a terrible man once

Jennifer E Brown

There I was on Clement Street in the morning, trying to grow another body.

September 15, 2022 | Poetry

Sonnet for the Physical Therapist Who Told Me This is Just the Way the Good Lord Made Me 

Billie R. Tadros

It’s a sin,
to desire different architecture, I’m told

September 14, 2022 | Poetry

my beloved forgets how to pray

Anthony Thomas Lombardi

in a cellar not far from here, wine waits years to peak
before a bottle is cracked open only to empty
a bruise.

September 12, 2022 | Poetry

A Toddler Unmakes His Father’s Laundry

Geoff Anderson

Burying me # alive 
in training pants and # rags is my son’s 
# gift of sorts

September 7, 2022 | Poetry


Sarah Kersey

In the low light of dawn, I master—
I conquered
my body and led it / as a slave.

September 1, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

LC Gutierrez

I’m thinking of your fallow tongue,
the taste of what you did and didn’t say.

August 31, 2022 | Poetry

Five Poems

Roy Gu


You are the big blue sky
I never thought you would have
The moment when you turn your head over
So the water freezes
So the ginkgo falls
So the wall full of photos is also pale

August 30, 2022 | Poetry

terror dream with love music

Harris Wheeler

just looked outside
to see what’s going on
whatever         it

is thursday
precious, beautiful
whatever as ever

and i can’t
pry my hand
off the windowsill

i’m driving the future
it’s a

August 29, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rachel Cloud Adams

Waxing Phase

Sparrow day
draining to red

red wall of night
night a voice

caught within the throat
the throat a tunnel

a blackened river
a wing bending

a moonrise



August 29, 2022 | Poetry


Sofie Wise

You had one of those
shag haircuts that all lesbians
in Brooklyn have we sipped
your favorite pink drink

From champagne flutes as the
sun bled crimson and the air
crisped between us you’ve

August 19, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Francesca Kritikos

Hiring Bodyman

This city hates me

I get so tired
of waiting

for you
I groom myself

Now all I have to do
is show up at your door

& you’ll call me sweetheart

I hate

August 12, 2022 | Poetry

give me all your secrets and I’ll set them on fire

Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo

that was the year that all the carnivals came to town. sounds like a fake small town thing, but when you live in a small town, all the things that happen are fake small town things, except they’re

August 10, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Mackenzie Moore

I'm Not

Losing / floundering
ignoring / coasting
retreating/ rethinking
stalling / shrinking

I am settling my debts
clearing the inventory
and wiring the electric
to be seen in my own

August 8, 2022 | Poetry


Lucas Peel

i think you can learn a lot about a person
based on their Super Smash Bros main. or starsign.
or by asking. how convenient to be told? to learn
in spite of our own misgivings. part of growing

August 5, 2022 | Poetry

What the Dark Reveals

Yvonne Higgins Leach

I wake to the shuffle of wind along the sill.
The soft moon hue weighs on my blanket, saying nothing.
From the fragile dark, experiences remembered
become rocks tied to my ankles and feelings churn

July 25, 2022 | Poetry

Self-Portrait With Life, Death, And Strep In Between

Soeun Seo

Years later, he asked “Do you still use this email?”
and I replied “No.”

July 20, 2022 | Poetry

Love song as a cryptozoology

Eric Tyler Benick

trauma is a prerequisite for softness.
It depends on where you’re from,
and who you ask, but you should always ask.

July 11, 2022 | Poetry

dos poemas

Andrea Alzati

hemos vuelto heridos de una guerra que todavía no empieza
yo perdí una de mis extremidades
y él las perdió todas

July 8, 2022 | Poetry

Betty Ford Center Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I felt like a dick all through dinner

And walking to get ice cream later

And walking over the crab bridge to our hotel after that:

Dick, dick, dick

July 8, 2022 | Poetry


Rachel Kass

caught in self-asylum / let it rile ‘em

July 5, 2022 | Poetry

Make Bank

Emily Bark Brown


1. Teller


as a teller i tell people things


like no

but mostly yes


can you wait a minute i need to ask my manager

and i smile and give dogs treats


i didn’t

June 30, 2022 | Poetry

may God make me as useful as one of those Crown Royal bags.

Michael J Pagán

according to my mother, men
are just thieves rifling through another’s calm...

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