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November 16, 2015 | Poetry


Timothy Schirmer

And now, as summer ends
and the days spread thin,
I feel my life like a meal,
not a bad meal, but one
I have eaten too many times.



November 13, 2015 | Poetry

Don't Trust Me: I Think of Opera Far Too Early in the Morning

Frank Montesonti


There is a room in the cathedral called
"The Quiet Room."


Its entrance, this body too shaky
for comfort.

Janus, god of doorways and beginnings,
when I desire

November 12, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Chelsea Hodson

Catie sent me her new book
said I was in it a fair amount
that’s a good way to get me to read something

November 10, 2015 | Poetry

two poems

Jon-Michael Frank


pictures are as real as forever is
hello kitty in the weeds
I live endlessly as actual nostalgia
dying alive with the light
a new bedpan under the moon
all love is a lack of

November 6, 2015 | Poetry

three poems

Shy Watson

"free the nipples"

I beat a guy

who had a crush on me 

at beer pong


we got stoned

in the Walmart parking lot

when my car wouldn't start


6 months later


November 3, 2015 | Poetry

When People Say 'Fun Fact' I Interrupt And Say 'You're Never Going To Own A House'

Oliver Mol

at work last night a group of brisbane boys came to sydney

they hired our function room to celebrate their friend's bucks night

they had been at the races all day betting on horses and

October 23, 2015 | Poetry

from Big Man

Michael Marberry

So I retired and wrote a book, / called games for NBC. / But I was far too fond of drink / and prone to anarchy, / my own damn anarchy.

October 20, 2015 | Poetry

Five Poems

Jim Warner

The cops catch your friend, bullet belt and pants around his ankles. Chain link fence skins your back. Your ankle grinds like burnt clutch on your girlfriend’s Jeep. She keeps a pair of dog tags in her apron. There is a divot in her hipbone.

October 16, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kent Shaw

“I have a collection of small animals!” I announced one night at a friend’s party.
This might not have been the best headline for my match.com profile.

October 15, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Jeremiah Moriarty

9. pearls for the gentry
10. marriage material
11. salvaged material
13. some burning islands

October 13, 2015 | Poetry

4 Poems

Dominic Gualco

he whispered Fuck this shit, and I asked him what he meant.
All he said was I have to go and put me on hold. Now all I am sure of
is Whitney Houston in my ear.

October 12, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Laura Theobald

how do you know how to make a
difference in my life? I’m so happy.
I’m at a news release from prison in
my head.

October 9, 2015 | Poetry


Soili Smith

Gary Coleman walks into a bar and says something sassy, but the bartender’s a bear, so instead of replying he stands on a big rubber ball and juggles. There’s a song maybe too, in the foreground perhaps, something an organist might feel inclined to play.

October 8, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

D.M. Aderibigbe

Because my father dips himself / into the vagina of a Swedish woman // and is never found again, / my mother's heart dies.

October 6, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jose Hernandez Diaz

By the time I hang up, the goats turn into Roger Clemens and Pedro Martinez. We smoke my last cigarettes, the three of us. 

September 29, 2015 | Poetry

Five Poems

Annalise Mabe

Faith is a party you weren’t invited to, and God is a man
in a sheet with poked eyes to see;
you want to believe.

September 24, 2015 | Poetry

Four Poems

Kelly Clare

When we found the dead whale, we couldn’t recover the eye of it, and because I hadn’t lost my mother, I managed to survive. 

September 22, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Jennifer D. Corley

Jeff is driving me nuts. he's a fucking showboating liar. Walking around here like he owns the place. He only owns us.

September 21, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Reiser Perkins

O to be born again with thick, matted fur


September 17, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sarah Ann Winn

She says the moon is just an overflowing ashtray with butts buried in the dark side.

September 10, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eliza Callard

I keep coming back to the church.  

September 8, 2015 | Poetry

Daddy Issues

Tyler Gillespie

I tell you I wish my dad would come out as trans like Caitlyn Jenner &/or late-in-life gay like my ex-boyfriend’s father.

September 7, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

B. Diehl

On your way home from work,
you stop at a liquor store for smokes.

September 2, 2015 | Poetry

4 Poems

Emily Carney

legs apart, wrists willing: I am teaching myself to love sasha grey

September 1, 2015 | Poetry

I Had a Dream That Was a Salsa Flavor

Jason Koo

for Rachel Corso

Have you tried all our salsa flavors before?
This is mild (not medium), this is spicy, this is verde
(That means green), this is volcanic, this is you

Not listening.

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