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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

May 23, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Ben Clark

Benjamin Charles Dowd

This has nothing to do with what you etch into the trunk
with his only pocket knife or that it will take him hours to axe
the tree down, set it aflame. Or that it was

May 22, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Madison Langston

it’s okay to sleep with a dickhead if they tell you about guided by voices
 
May 21, 2014 | Poetry

3 poems about depression

Alexandra Wuest

Make a vision board

Watch Girl, Interrupted

Eat more protein

May 19, 2014 | Poetry

from The Invention of Monsters / A Performance in One Act

C Dylan Bassett

 

            SCENE

An ill wind that blows nothing. Autumn eats its leaves. It’s hard enough to understand the sequence of things--the king becomes the queen, the queen becomes the joker,

May 16, 2014 | Poetry

Two Martial Arts

Spencer Madsen

1. 

as great as our best days will be
our worst days will be twice as worse
you can’t take from somebody their right to be wrong i try to love you as much as i hate myself
i don’t dance

May 14, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Rebecca Lilly

THE CORNER PRIEST

"All things considered, you'd best not putter around, frittering hours, but listen to your heart," the guru said (only its real wish is for the market-- to be an exec with a

May 13, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jordan Castro

he said 'i think i work out just as like, an excuse to drink protein, you know?'

 
May 12, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Talin Tahajian

ii.
There were too many lizards

May 9, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jamison Crabtree

MY FATHER PLAYS SONGS TO THE MOON, MY SON PLAYS SONGS TO THE MOON

An absence surrounds the cabin; an absence haunts it.

My father sits inside, playing sad songs to the evening on his own

May 7, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

JoAnna Novak

PRIVATE INTERACTIONS IN A MIXED-SEX GROUP

Together, we separate. We stare at mud or Easter’s grey river, disciplined, young,
mouthy mutts, steadfast as oranges, stable, on pursuit or in

May 5, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Joshua Willey

Last Night at the Electroclash

Some one said tech kids are really just
Bros who couldn’t play football. My wingman
Took so much shit in Fallujah he doesn’t even have
Facebook. Hipsters at

May 2, 2014 | Poetry

4 Poems

Ras Dia

(jesus) [said]

i. a penis is not a victory dance.

x. friday is for wine, camels, and cummings.

ix. delilah penetrated samson first.

vii. paris is burning, fabulous.

iii. flesh

May 1, 2014 | Poetry

5 Poems

Gregory Zorko

Syrup

We are listening to New Order with the blanket over our heads. Your PC under the blanket is our companion. You touch me again and again. It is very early.

Did I tell you about that

April 25, 2014 | Poetry

No Kin in Flowers

Carabella Sands

You drink all the beers I bought
And push towards me an arm full of bottles
You say, “I want to be alone
With my dreams forever.”

I leave you to be with my dreams
They are all of you

April 10, 2014 | Poetry

For Jake "The Snake" Roberts, on the Occasion of Making an Unlikely Out in Centerfield During a Charity Softball Game

Colette Arrand

Like every catch before or since, yours is a matter of geometry
and probability. To say this is to admit that I believe in miracles.

Pro-wrestling is this: the work of death and resurrection.

March 4, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Rebecca Bornstein


Dogshit

There’s grass growing on the dogshit next-door,
under the library mural of the Indian boy

with the salmon colored short-shorts
someone tagged “pardee panties”

the other

March 4, 2014 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michelle Peñaloza

If only she'd thought to smash, earlier, the infinitive to destroy never occurred to her, never in this careful home of her planning.

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!