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February 1, 2023 | Poetry

Five Poems

Ashley D. Escobar

I vomited
up a prophecy in a dive bar,
inhaling hot dogs.

January 23, 2023 | Poetry

United Auto Worker & other poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Fucking Bruce was what I lived for,
That and my writing
That and these fucking poems

January 16, 2023 | Poetry

Two Poems

Uzodinma Okehi 

Drainage stains. Snow turns to shivering rain. The rear facing concrete walls.

January 16, 2023 | Poetry

Six Poems

Madison Langston

waylon in the kitchen
the pain of a tattoo gun on ribs 

January 9, 2023 | Poetry

Wine-Induced Laughing Fit

Danielle Chelosky

“you’re bad at finishing beverages that aren’t alcoholic,” you told me

January 2, 2023 | Poetry

An Ordinary Hour

Stephanie Yue Duhem

You must stop dating
physicists, that sere barnacling across
the cold, leeward faces of rocks.

January 2, 2023 | Poetry

simone says

Anna Dorn

writing fiction in which people google things,
suffering in a very abstract way
trying very hard to shut the fuck up & failing

November 9, 2022 | Poetry

3 Poems


I ask him if the smoke was from the engine fires
or the buildings collapsing — or both
of course it was both 
We pass Emily Ratajkowski and I try to run back to get a look at her face

October 10, 2022 | Poetry

Party Poems

Miss Unity

The other thing Belle did
Was burn three holes in my thigh
With her cigarette
Revenge for the chaos I’d caused

October 5, 2022 | Poetry

3 poems

Cash Compson

Mouth like the

moon. Until death,

be excited. Déjà vu

you’ve never had.

September 27, 2022 | Poetry

I Could Signal Dominance in Email Correspondence as Trained but the Concept Is Offensive and I’m Baby

Sarah Lyn Rogers

I, I, I, I, the angel speaks herself

September 23, 2022 | Poetry

Another Day at the Museum of Forgetfulness

Todd Campbell

I finger a ring of keys and wonder what doors they might unlock.

September 20, 2022 | Poetry

I knew a terrible man once

Jennifer E Brown

There I was on Clement Street in the morning, trying to grow another body.

September 15, 2022 | Poetry

Sonnet for the Physical Therapist Who Told Me This is Just the Way the Good Lord Made Me 

Billie R. Tadros

It’s a sin,
to desire different architecture, I’m told

September 14, 2022 | Poetry

my beloved forgets how to pray

Anthony Thomas Lombardi

in a cellar not far from here, wine waits years to peak
before a bottle is cracked open only to empty
a bruise.

September 12, 2022 | Poetry

A Toddler Unmakes His Father’s Laundry

Geoff Anderson

Burying me # alive 
in training pants and # rags is my son’s 
# gift of sorts

September 7, 2022 | Poetry


Sarah Kersey

In the low light of dawn, I master—
I conquered
my body and led it / as a slave.

September 1, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

LC Gutierrez

I’m thinking of your fallow tongue,
the taste of what you did and didn’t say.

August 31, 2022 | Poetry

Five Poems

Roy Gu


You are the big blue sky
I never thought you would have
The moment when you turn your head over
So the water freezes
So the ginkgo falls
So the wall full of photos is also pale

August 30, 2022 | Poetry

terror dream with love music

Harris Wheeler

just looked outside
to see what’s going on
whatever         it

is thursday
precious, beautiful
whatever as ever

and i can’t
pry my hand
off the windowsill

i’m driving the future
it’s a

August 29, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rachel Cloud Adams

Waxing Phase

Sparrow day
draining to red

red wall of night
night a voice

caught within the throat
the throat a tunnel

a blackened river
a wing bending

a moonrise



August 29, 2022 | Poetry


Sofie Wise

You had one of those
shag haircuts that all lesbians
in Brooklyn have we sipped
your favorite pink drink

From champagne flutes as the
sun bled crimson and the air
crisped between us you’ve

August 19, 2022 | Poetry

Three Poems

Francesca Kritikos

Hiring Bodyman

This city hates me

I get so tired
of waiting

for you
I groom myself

Now all I have to do
is show up at your door

& you’ll call me sweetheart

I hate

August 12, 2022 | Poetry

give me all your secrets and I’ll set them on fire

Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo

that was the year that all the carnivals came to town. sounds like a fake small town thing, but when you live in a small town, all the things that happen are fake small town things, except they’re

August 10, 2022 | Poetry

Two Poems

Mackenzie Moore

I'm Not

Losing / floundering
ignoring / coasting
retreating/ rethinking
stalling / shrinking

I am settling my debts
clearing the inventory
and wiring the electric
to be seen in my own

Recent Books

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

 "It captures all the doubts, giddiness, confessional streaks, blabbiness, self-alarms, rationalizations, feigned equipoise, and instantly breakable resolves of a person freshly infatuated and likely in love."   -anonymous writer friend


Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily


Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

"Her Lesser Work is full of power and it takes risks and it's alive and real and it fixes a very sharp eye on the shit humans do to each other and themselves."

      -Lindsay Lerman, LitReactor