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August 22, 2014 | Poetry

Backyard Poem # 13

Jennifer MacBain-Stephens

I remember Marc said, you’re wet just because of the humidity.

August 20, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Paul Elliott

Joni says, “Time moves so fast these days.”

                  Joni is somewhere between three and four times my age and I am twenty-two.

August 18, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Michael Sajdak

Located at Oak Park Rd. and Forest Preserve Rd. in Chicago,
you must park about a mile away and make the trip to the en-
trance on foot. 

August 15, 2014 | Poetry

5 Poems

Christopher Mulrooney

hell you know it’s only a question of dainty morsels
you can eat dog food probably and survive

August 13, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Jess L. Bryant

It is something like a nuisance that you exist. But I have headphones to help ignore

August 8, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Drew Jennings

Y’all’re fine ass. Y’all got dark in the pill-bottle-orange sun

August 6, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Megan Lent

I went to a poetry reading and a guy I’d slept with once read a list of everything he’d done in Los Angeles and I wasn’t on it. 

August 4, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Lucian Mattison

I imagine her
walking into my bedroom—Drunk

between her legs, the whole world
the same temperature; 

August 2, 2014 | Poetry

Water Pipes Made Wavy From Heat In The Sunshine Estate

Carabella Sands

 

I ask the sun to call me at night on my walk home. Everyday I become a little more scared. I recognize people and cars and it makes me nervous. My mother told me girls are most likely to be

August 1, 2014 | Poetry

4 Poems

Victor Freeze

Don't high five me for drinking a 40.
Don't ask me for a Newport.

July 31, 2014 | Poetry

Two Poems

Monica Berlin

there are days without. Not quite a gap in whatever they call it, the space-time continuum or circadian rhythms or the tidal pull of every single thing, not quite, but noticeable enough to know what’s not here, that others are not here,

July 29, 2014 | Poetry

Two Poems

Sheila Squillante

Instead I see embroidery, lace-making or metallurgy, fine filigree of rusting swing set against wood, the vertical birdfeeders foregrounded, but so close my eye misses them at first. I don’t know what to call this world anymore.

July 17, 2014 | Poetry

Model City

Nina Puro

We are as disposable as buffer states / around an empire. I am sending my armies / to plunder your capital.
July 15, 2014 | Poetry

LETTER TO L.:  UNSENT

Rae Paris

I want to call you and sing the Prince song, discuss the proportions of his tiny frame, imagine his tongue together, stay on the phone for hours like we used to. Those days are gone. 

July 8, 2014 | Poetry

Television Poems

Sarah Blake

I imagine Temperance Brennan's annual gynecological exam might go something like mine: If you're not finding time to eat, you must not be having a lot of... Are you seeing anyone right now?

July 3, 2014 | Poetry

7 Poems

No A.

I lie night after night
With the only one I hate more than myself

July 3, 2014 | Poetry

Butt Germs

Michael Peirson

Artisanal meth is amazing

June 26, 2014 | Poetry

Recourse

Liz N. Clift

The whitetail flit across the road,
tails raised in greeting or surrender,
a herd—a small stampede—crossing
this rural Iowa highway, emerging
from fields of green, leaping
the cable guard

June 18, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

S.P. MacIntyre

TRIDENT LISP

When tenderness runs out there is tenderness,
Jonathan says.  We hand-in-handed but days
ago to the hiss of ocean spray, the salutation
and valediction of the sea a frothing

June 12, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Michael Meyerhofer

ZAZEN AT THIRTY-SIX

When I was twenty, Emily called me
from her dorm room. She wanted to know
if I believed in God, something about
trading an Iowa village population
three grand for a

May 30, 2014 | Poetry

Year Twenty Two

Zachary Cosby

I
     
i dedicate this poem
to the first 15 years
of the twenty first century.
it's name is "citrus".
i call it that
because I can't remember
its real name,
or anything else

May 29, 2014 | Poetry

Rubber Light

Aviva LeShaw

That was the night Gabby and I drank the bottle of bourbon next to the makolet.
In America, we call them mini-marts, but in Israeli outskirts,
we call them makolets --
until we can’t form the

May 28, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Ricky Garni

It's Complicated

I could make a painting brighter
if I used brighter colors
It’s as simple as that

But it’s really not because
I don’t want to use brighter colors

And why I don’t

May 27, 2014 | Poetry

Apprehension & Other Colors, Fit to Size

Sarah Jean Alexander

I have developed the habit
of staring at the hands
of people standing next to me on the train

May 26, 2014 | Poetry

5 Poems

Marci Rae Johnson

The Springfield Fire Department Reminds You to Be Prepared for Earthquakes

Even though Vachel Lindsay drank
lye and died in this room we
make out for a few minutes when
the tour guide

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