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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.

February 27, 2014 | Poetry

Attempts to Name a Focal Point

Jeff Hardin

Some accounting’s underway, composed of chiding, shifts in tone, redirections. Surely one or two rumors eventually craft a context where they’re true. 

February 25, 2014 | Poetry

Not Quite

Michelle Donahue



I am so many places
              lonely. I think
I savor it, just me & Canada
boundary water speaking.

The water is not deep here
              but tannin colored,
cold,

February 20, 2014 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rachel Harthcock

I could never / be a girl who wears a bikini top in place of a bra / like all the other girls in South Florida, who put vodka / in their Gatorade bottles and were, I think, much happier...

February 12, 2014 | Poetry

Three Poems

John Poch

Once, I heard a boxing coach say you don’t punch a thing if you really want to achieve your objective—which is pure harm—you punch through. Since that day, I have often thought of the other side.

February 6, 2014 | Poetry

Not Everyone's On One

Zach Mueller

We can bump / Gucci and Sosa and Future while we sip lean with Sprite, / and talk Drill like Foucault talks about nutjobs, and talk / dying like Chiraq rappers. Like we’ve been there. We / haven’t.

February 3, 2014 | Poetry

Treasure

Lauren Capet

In the woods beyond the property line, Henry and I find what decades ago used to be a farmer’s burn pile. Under years’ worth of leaf litter and yesterday’s snowfall there are remains, hard things fire could not destroy: twisted and rusted metal and scores of glittering glass bottles.

January 27, 2014 | Poetry

3 Poems

Dominic Gualco

ENTROPY

I saw you at the library.
You said you’d gone to mars on a ‘commercial spaceship’
or something.

I removed three honey sticks from my pocket and offered you one.
You shook your

January 24, 2014 | Poetry

5 Poems

Daniela Olszewska

THIRTEENZ

MyHalf-FangedMouth
SoundedOffAwkward
InAnAlcoveYesterday,
StillStufffedWithMother
TongueUncomfortable
SansBrainStem,Prettily
WarpedOverBlueBürd
Wingz.¡Ha¡ThisBodyCan't

January 22, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

Zachary Doss

The wife cuts off the husband’s beard & keeps it as a pet.

January 20, 2014 | Poetry

5 Poems

Suad Khatab Ali

a drunk salaryman in baggy gray suit
buys a meal replacement bar
from the vending machine

January 17, 2014 | Poetry

2 Poems

J. Scott Bugher

THE COIN COLLECTOR

I met the man in control of this vending machine gig for my eight-week review and was told I might get a break down the road. He believed I had the promise and potential to

January 15, 2014 | Poetry

3 Sad Sonnets

Brenna York

One

Can’t write now would be too sad to read.
My celeb crushes get married or domestic.
I’m like a pair of dollar store sunglasses
look good but the fuckers snap!
If anyone, anywhere

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