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August 28, 2015 | Poetry

These Are Not Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

My new friend interrupted me to say, “You seem like you live like a real artist.”
My new friend had already been twice published by The New Yorker.
I thought maybe she had confused me with herself.

August 25, 2015 | Poetry

If Everything's Under Control, You're Going Too Slow

Meg Wade

 

Let the okra go to waste, steal oranges from the
corner store. I'll tell you that I love you like I've
loved no one else. Our bodies are made to be
useful, move fast. The fastest man in

August 24, 2015 | Poetry

two poems

Greg Zorko

Karl Barth

let's forget the time we fought

and just say

that i have a specific kind of fear

it happens

sometimes 

when i am in the club

thinking about the pieces of my

August 18, 2015 | Poetry

asterisks

Spencer Madsen

 

 

i'm fucking useless and there's nothing going for me
*parents call*
everything's amazing, i'm the best i've ever been

 

wow it's late. i'm so tired
*yawns*
better eat a

August 12, 2015 | Poetry

POST-RAPHAELITE BROTHERHOOD PAINTINGS 

Chelsea Harlan

 

Painting of a Vietnamese restaurant lunch menu.

Painting of a woman being pulled out of a river
by her hair and she is smiling and her hair is dry.

Painting of a war-torn meadow:

August 5, 2015 | Poetry

It Was The Summer They Let The Opossum Into Your Bed

Natasha Kochicheril Moni

The summer you learned who was dealing what. You were applying to programs, your pointillism, neat in inkwhen a wind disappeared your drawing.

August 3, 2015 | Poetry

balance

Natalie Sargent

 

 

the sky is gray and you will not stop talking
about balance
this focus has become your baby
for at least the past three days
last week it was tarot cards 
and a techno

July 29, 2015 | Poetry

Smeary Flowers, 1983

Lauren Camp

All I wanted was the haze of a worn gown / of sleep after the scrape of that / honey-sipped night.

July 28, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sarah Barber

All summer the future had been coming for us like a thunderstorm at which turkeys look up and drown in the rain.

July 24, 2015 | Poetry

Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I hadn’t had any alcohol to drink in forty-two days.
I had told myself I wouldn’t drink for thirty but once you stop doing something it’s hard to start doing it again.

July 23, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Kelly Schirmann

I agree to an extended death

I am yelling out the windows

of this speeding automobile

July 21, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

This has to stop— / you're a year dead. I shatter the mirror // with a glare, pace the hall carpet, / but others arrive by dawn, agitated // by thuribles, syllables scattered from / pulpits, daughters buttoned into pastel.

July 8, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Molly McGuire

 fuck me here on this scabrous mountain while we all watch each other among sacred olives fuck away desire.

June 30, 2015 | Poetry

deaths in the family

Giancarlo Paradiso

Watching the blood drain was the moment she knew/ that she didn’t have it figured out."

June 26, 2015 | Poetry

poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Tanja and I were competing to see who had moved the most as a child.
“I know of at least fourteen places we lived before I was eighteen,” I said.
Tanja started naming places she had lived. She kept naming her grandma’s house over and over, between every place.

June 25, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Leigh Matthews

If I too am a void into which/She finds the solace of vanishing.

June 24, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Amanda Goldblatt

yesterday I bragged
about having a friend

June 23, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Angela Sabo

It's like how falling in love never leaves a good taste in your mouth. 

June 19, 2015 | Poetry

Six Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

I can only remember smoking weed with Steve once.
It was either right before or right after I married my daughter’s father.

June 18, 2015 | Poetry

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.

June 16, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Bobby Rich

This is a 16-bit top-down adventure game, which, like many adventure games, is focused on a "hero." 

June 12, 2015 | Poetry

6 Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

“God, dating Drake would be like dating a submissive,” my daughter said.

June 11, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Julia Paganelli

Construction drills
grind, teeth against the pavement.

June 10, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Matthew Olzmann

Dear 52-Hertz Whale: Because you sing at a frequency no other whales can hear, scientists have nicknamed you "The World's Loneliest Whale." I'm sure it's unbearable out there, swimming through eternity, calling out...

June 9, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Hannah Baggott

You always complained of migraines. Now, I’m trying to decided if I’m sorry for not having sympathy for you.

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Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

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Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!