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Milk Sickness
David Greenspan
The boy has horrible teeth and a bicycle. They’re yellow, his teeth, and after school the children take a tree branch to his mouth.
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His bicycle painted in bird shit: he rides for hours
You Just Got Boomed
Ben Gross
you can call me the Boom Doctor
I have your emptied-out torso on the operating table
White Wearing Wet Pants
Shane Allison
I’m wet and wearing white pants
I’m wet and wearing
White pants.
I’m wet and
Wearing white
Pants. I’m wet
Pants. I’m wet
I’m wet and wearing white pants.
Wearing white
I’m wet
Remember To
Sarah Jean Alexander
I dreamt about walking around Ikea by myself and buying a lime green ice cube tray. I drive to the post office and pick out a large flat rate shipping box. I put the ice cube tray inside and I
Three Poems
Tracy Dimond
After a couple of Martinis, // one may regard oneself pleasantly pixelated. / I cure nerves with a ten-hour Netflix binge, // then curve my vertebrae to you / while our phones update.
Probably Starlings
Chris Garson
Washer and dryer as hapless duo, / each crashing and beating the other // to shit, idiot tandem: all this / while standing in place.
Three Poems
Matthew Minicucci
I consider the narrow chain of cars pulled through city parks like kite-string. In linguistics, mora is a single unit of syllabic weight. I consider yelling at the yellow cab to add more syllabic weight to my overall point.
Care of Hardwood Floors
Liz N. Clift
The gouges / in the floor will become your scars, even as you erase / the life you had together. The floor is your map.
6 Poems (plus bonus possum poem)
Bill Carty
Sound for Fishes
Swim with a rock clutched between your teeth, apple-like. Have a friend do the same. Bang your rock against his rock. It will look like bad CPR. Sound is loudest
Five Poems from Radiant Action
Matt Hart
Anything worth saying can be rendered / as an aphorism, might itself be an aphorism, / just so you know My phrase of the moment / is radiant action...
Guest Host
Diya Chaudhuri
George Strait’s in this poem now, he’s meddling
with everything. He’s reading words
with the wrong inflections, making me older
than I know how to be. He wants Texas in here;
[defend
That Old and Good and Old Timey Good New England Butter
Sean Kilpatrick
Remember being mammalian in the friar patch?
Remember your best reserve for slattern hells?
Remember being mammalian?
This gizmo stuck in my fuss like a picnic,
4th of July & Two Poems
Katie Schmid
I turned my head so fast / I mistook the moon / for a firework / and then I wanted // to bark too...
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Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
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Legs Get Led Astray
Chloe Caldwell
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