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February 27, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sean Karns

 

Happy Birthday   

You push your bike
on the worn pathway
into the bushes.
You enter my apartment
with chocolate cake
and colorful birthday hats. 
You put one on my head
and

February 20, 2013 | Poetry

Three Poems

Hannah Stephenson

Self-portrait as fogged up car. / Self-portrait as Home Depot // parking lot at 3 AM, no cars, / no people. Self-portrait with // grocery cart with someone else’s / left behind list.

February 13, 2013 | Poetry

Two Short Pieces

Anne Germanacos

Looking for the right angle

He poo-poo’s my relationship to nature, even when I tell him about touching the dead goat.

*

An intimacy that can hold the world?
An intimacy that

February 12, 2013 | Poetry

Dear Money Shot

Steve Davenport

It’s the new plan, Shooter.  Poetry for broken systems.  Insurance rider attached. 

February 7, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Matthew Mahaney

Fishhooks the size of anchors have started falling from the sky. It’s happening two or three times a week...

January 31, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Christina Olson

She can pack what remains of the pancreas like a Tetris pro. But at night she dreams of Lily.

December 13, 2012 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rob Kenagy

flowering and husking in the cornfield. Blooming / and ripping ourselves open. Surprising even our kin.

December 5, 2012 | Poetry

2 Poems

Elisa Gabbert & Kathleen Rooney

When talking dirty, be sure to use action words and nouns that cause pictures inside people’s heads. End with an image and don't explain. 

 
November 30, 2012 | Poetry

Jeff Bridges poems

Donora Hillard

 

You tell Jeff Bridges you fear
your dying breath will be just like
the whimper you make when trying
to remove glitter polish from your
toenails. He sets his guitar down on
the fur

November 28, 2012 | Poetry

Two Poems

Katie Jean Shinkle

tell me, what are we looking for, don’t die right now

November 20, 2012 | Poetry

Three Poems

Chris Mink

Because sharks mate / by just passing for a moment / before separating forever and / because his dog died...

November 15, 2012 | Poetry

Two Poems

Katie Schmid

its dreams are a whetstone // it sharpens itself all night long.

November 8, 2012 | Poetry

Four Poems

Matthew Gavin Frank

At a certain point, / no sex becomes a little Branch Davidian

October 25, 2012 | Poetry

Kathy Acker and the Cuttlefish

Emma Sovich

Kathy Acker was sick of shaving her legs.  Every time she shaved them she cut herself.  It didn’t matter if the blade was dull or sharp.  Inevitably the blade would steal pieces of her knee. 

October 18, 2012 | Poetry

Three Poems

Joshua Helms

DREAM

Our legs are stilts. Beyond our ankles
are the blunt ends of crutches. Our feet
are missing. But our hands are fine,
Boy says. There’s a rope suspended
between our bodies. Our

October 11, 2012 | Poetry

Endurance Test

Kristine Ong Muslim

a split bowl of suns dissolving a table

October 11, 2012 | Poetry

In the absence of wings

Helen Vitoria

One girl watches the boys make a bomb of birds

October 3, 2012 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sasha Fletcher

There was a thunderstorm
but nobody wanted it. It just sat there...

September 27, 2012 | Poetry

Two Poems

Ben Clark & Colin Winnette

No people are my people. I am without a means of saving anyone.

April 1, 2009 | Poetry

The Eric Chavez Sonnets

Jesse Morse

September 9, 2007

Add incandescent dedication to six gold gloves
and get a damaged biceps tendon, a bad back and
a "loose body" removed from the bicep joint
in a

April 1, 2009 | Poetry

Baseball Haiku(s)!

coach wont stop yelling
"watch the signs from the bench coach!"
but i hate bunting
- Brad Epperson



Swing Through
In sheer disbelief
Having swung through the fastball
He

April 1, 2008 | Poetry

Baseball Haikus





A swing and a miss.
And now the lone samurai
Returns to the bench.
        - Ted Weir 



Longball
The flyball skies

April 1, 2007 | Poetry

Me and the Boy 5-18-06

F. John Sharp

Night game 
 raining on and off 
 seats in right field 
 peanuts, nachos, hot dogs 
souvenir cap 
 in fancy modern non-classic design

Strolling 
 to center field to peer over the

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