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poems about the spiritual weight of hard shell tacos
Pete Holby
My sense of regret is the dog
you remember with immense fondness
but that you no longer know.
Dear Caitlyn
Alison Taverna
Caitlyn, let me take that hair / in my own hands and curl it down your back.
New York Journal and Advertiser, 1898
Chelsea Werner-Jatzke
The Dinosaur of Wyoming
I was never born a hermaphrodite. But I tell this story where I am born a hermaphrodite. And anyone listening after I get to the part when the gynecologist asks if
Future Daughter
Sally Rodgers
Untitled One
Motherhood slept astonished as astronomers wept so-so-ago with this sort of blow. This sort of ovary, yo, the story being if thrown into something sombrous, spokes-of-light, it
Facebook Friends
Fiona Helmsley
When you leave the comment that I am "such a good mom"
under a picture I have posted of my child online,
it freaks me out.
You haven't seen me in over twenty years,
and have never met
Three Poems
Kerry Cullen
I know you toss out untouched leftovers, and miss them.
5 ways of throwing something into the boston public gardens swan pond
John Mortara
1. board the T heading downtown to get to the swan pond / check your phone absently / remember
how so many people needed your attention last month that it made you want to
Three Poems
Karen Skolfield
When we consume ourselves, of course / we think no one cares enough to watch.
Baseball Players I Remember...
Tao Lin
Baseball Players I Remember (I Watched Baseball 1-4 Years as a Child. I Collected Cards. My Favorite Team Was The Braves)
Ron Gant. I remember he bent his knees
in a weird, intriguing way
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!