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May 24, 2013 | Poetry

4 Poems

Kendra Grant Malone

 

After a Late Night Outcall (Creepy Enough to Care)

my feet are so warm
I shouldn't have worn
my felt boots
I didn't mean to be drunk
I'm a dull woman
these days
it's just
I

May 23, 2013 | Poetry

BLOODJOY 2011

Daniel Bailey

 to the right of my heart a button °
if you see the button press deeply into me

I am shining brilliantly on my way down the stairs

in 1984 I thought everything existed as light

in

May 22, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Stephanie Barber

again andy is crying.
all the days he is crying.

May 21, 2013 | Poetry

4 Poems

Timothy Willis Sanders

 

An Interview #1

Vibe Magazine: Why haven’t you shot yourself in the head?

Aaliyah: My mother sits in her padded recliner, stares through a row of Law & Order DVDs and thinks, "I

May 20, 2013 | Poetry

4 Poems

Meg Johnson

if I were an Amish girl,
I would leave
for Rumspringa...

May 17, 2013 | Poetry

5 Poems

Virginia Konchan

Glissade, pas de bourrée. I stole a bottle of Cointreau from mother’s liquor cabinet

May 16, 2013 | Poetry

The Gnostics

Donora Hillard

In the dream you are not a lamb on fire.

May 15, 2013 | Poetry

The Haberdash

Adam Robinson

Suddenly I want to be the one to leave a party.
Maybe life imitates art after all.

May 14, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Calvero

Today
I was at McDonald’s
and there was this chunky,
high school-aged kid...

May 13, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Prathna Lor

I know the scars of my grandfather do you. I know the guns in my pelvis do you...

May 10, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Rachel B. Glaser

later, an iguana slinked up the steps in a macho, prehistoric way...

May 9, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Cooper Esteban

You must imagine god as syrupy mist.

 

May 8, 2013 | Poetry

The Women

Ashley Farmer

You imagine you’re a tipping point wrapped in a synthetic summer dress.

May 7, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Mike Young

None of us have those cats who go
viral meowing Springsteen songs...

May 6, 2013 | Poetry

4 Poems

Kit Frick

Night comes in a slow bloom of abandon.

May 3, 2013 | Poetry

Miami

Gene Morgan

Have you ever seen a rich person?
It's not like that movie about rich people–

May 2, 2013 | Poetry

Four Poems

Phil Estes

Then there’s the Schnabel:
Some colors and Adieu...

May 1, 2013 | Poetry

More Overly Accommodating Poetry Written to Answer a Question I've Tried to Imply That You Asked

Chelsea Martin

This poem is about death and, to some extent, life.

April 25, 2013 | Poetry

Portrait in the Mirror Behind the Bar

Rich Smith

Anyone who loves Tim loves him for the same reason.
He hit one home run. "Did you ever hit one?"
He'll ask, as the day begins to wash over his face
and he leans back to stare at the baseball

April 18, 2013 | Poetry

Explaining An Affinity for R.A. Dickey

Lauri Anderson Alford

 

            after A.E. Stallings

That his fingernails are immaculate, shaped
into thin arches of moon. That he files them
in the locker room before games, between innings in the

March 13, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Bryan Miller

Except for the first single-celled organism
preposterously long ago, firecracker snapped
from a vast nothing, the earth is mulch & rot.

March 7, 2013 | Poetry

Menagerie

Christina Stephens

If I were a room,
I would be transparent.

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.

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An intimacy that can hold the world?
An intimacy that

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!