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May 19, 2015 | Poetry

Ascent

Susan Comninos

 

Places that will not want
You, strike hooves below the earth.
Fur-breathed, and winter friendly—

Cider and hot baths,
Like consolation, cool
Off fast. Why, Kafka,

Have I had

May 13, 2015 | Poetry

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

May 12, 2015 | Poetry

Summer (again)

Joseph Anderson

I am remembering it wrong but do not care.

May 7, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Eric Parker

Kentucky Swami

(For Tim Skeen)

                         "Poetry / makes nothing happen" –Auden

                        "yet men die miserably every day / 
                        for

May 4, 2015 | Poetry

Notes to My Ex

Laura Kraay

May 4, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Karen Skolfield

When we consume ourselves, of course / we think no one cares enough to watch.

May 1, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Dylan Fisher

Forgetfulness

The presenter pronounces "vista" as VEE-sta.
And that's all I really remember.

 

Logic Models

This is my logic model for love (just keep moving).
This is my logic

April 28, 2015 | Poetry

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

April 21, 2015 | Poetry

How to Pitch a Full Count

David Joseph

I trace the windup with my elbow, my arm like a wing
unfurling, red lace licking off my feathertips.

April 21, 2015 | Poetry

Long Ball

Eliza Callard

I’m not one of those guys who watches the ball launch
off the bat into the right field seats.

April 15, 2015 | Poetry

Way to Go

Jeff Coomer

Punching our gloves as the sun raced toward dinner, 
we sorted into teams and agreed on the rules
in a minute or less.

April 15, 2015 | Poetry

Forbes Field

Joan Leotta

By the seventh stretch
We gave up.

April 7, 2015 | Poetry

Baseball Poems

Karen Weyant

I miss the moment his bat cracks the ball.

April 6, 2015 | Poetry

Baseball's Cruel Lexicon

Nicholas Mainieri

We’re speaking of salvation, god damn it,
And only the incurious break slumps.

March 31, 2015 | Poetry

from Nature Poem

Tommy Pico

Tommy “Teebs” Pico was a Queer/Art/Mentors inaugural fellow, 2013 Lambda Literary fellow in poetry, and has poems in BOMB, Guernica, and [PANK]. Originally from the Viejas Indian reservation of the Kumeyaay nation, he now lives in Brooklyn and curates the reading series Poets With Attitude (PWA) with Morgan Parker. @heyteebs

 
March 23, 2015 | Poetry

Europe Poems

Richard Wehrenberg, Jr.

These Austrian cows
lying down vaguely chewing
grass what are they think

March 20, 2015 | Poetry

I Keep Thinking

Carabella Sands

But I have a million lights
I have two million actually
A whole billboard

March 5, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Jill McDonough

We are going to die still falling // for crap about berries, a glass of red wine. It could be worse.  We’re not suicidal, / smack fiends, Swazi.

March 4, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Christopher Citro & Dustin Nightingale

At night, when everyone's gone, the dark looks like a scatter of tiny bullet holes above her desk in the shape of a heart.

February 26, 2015 | Poetry

Are the woods still there? The woods were still almost there. 

Natalia Holtzman

Are the woods still there? The woods were still almost there. 


The heavy moon’s already almost halved itself, the month’s almost passed. I saw

a cat huddled, early this morning, by a

February 25, 2015 | Poetry

3 Poems

Juliet Escoria

after vomiting
a small order of
onion rings and
chicken fries
from burger king

February 24, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Marina Santiago

Jokes for People Who Had Good Fathers

Something about rock and roll music
and leaf blowing,              yard work

Dads who speak in puns and are called
Dad, probably but not

February 20, 2015 | Poetry

For Luis (2)

Aiden Arata

I wear glasses now, Luis,
you wouldn’t even recognize me.

February 19, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Chelsea Kerwin

Forkful of Artichoke

He thinks I can will myself to love him,
when I know love as a species of hunger.
I know the heart, like the stomach
cannot will itself to appetite.
Rum-drunk,

February 14, 2015 | Poetry

A Chingu in Seattle  (For Jake Levine)

Noah Cicero

We sat many a Saturday
on the bank of The Han River,
in Seoul. Drinking makkoli,
looking at Basquiats, talking
about what it means to be Jewish,
when we danced at Susie Q's to
"Changes"

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

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

Who Killed Mabel Frost?

Miss Unity

I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

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