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January 10, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Zara Sedore-Mallin

my brain is on fire
so i can tell by the colors
that winter is coming

January 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Tasha Coryell

Benjamin Franklin’s wife rubbed his paper fingers all over her body, saying, "I’ve got you now, Sweet Baby, I’ve got you now.” 

January 5, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

C.T. McGaha

when i was born, you bought a hill—
a great mound of clay and bone
and you named that mountain after us.

January 3, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Nick Narbutas

once I dated a girl w/"good is dead"
tattooed across her chest she turned out to be right
but not the way she wanted to be

December 29, 2016 | Poetry

Second Engine

Sarah Bates

I think about small green soldiers searching for Crater Lake.

December 27, 2016 | Poetry

WORD FOR LYING ABOUT A DREAM

Emily Dhatt

Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.

December 22, 2016 | Poetry

ARRIVALS

Hayley Hudson

A Ford Explorer firetruck and a cul-de-sac basement had a birdbath at night.

December 16, 2016 | Poetry

Four poems

Chris Gilmore







Deconstructionism

is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is just a foggy word for
nihilism
which is just a

December 15, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Kwame Opoku-Duku

grandma was real creole
man
BRIGHT bright

December 14, 2016 | Poetry

Moon Poems

Leesa Cross-Smith






OUTLAW LOVE

I can listen to “Thirteen” by Big Star and pretend
I am thirteen back in my flamingo
bedroom and a boy
would come to my

December 12, 2016 | Poetry

White Sands

Peter Shippy

After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.

December 8, 2016 | Poetry

Transcendental with Reincarnation

Julianne Neely

Transcendental with Reincarnation 

I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a stray selected/ no more than bark/ part-husky/ part-terrier/ canine space orbiter/

December 7, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Daria Rae

By now you tell me how I feel.
You tell me
what I will do and how I will act.
You do the creating
for me,

December 6, 2016 | Poetry

Maybe Rome Grew Tired

Tyler Atwood

I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.

December 2, 2016 | Poetry

Four Poems

Carly Schweppe

What if you spent a morning pulling scallions from the soil and washing beets in a metal sink?

November 30, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Karl Schroeder

I'm going to abandon everything / after this poem 

November 29, 2016 | Poetry

Comeuppance for the Good Old Boys at the El Club Scorpion

John Patrick McShea

Had a dream he was chained to a mountain while a buzzard ate his liver.

November 28, 2016 | Poetry

Balkanization

William Repass

What dispossessed me sat erect beside the checked quilt in fishnets.

November 25, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Sara Biggs Chaney

& no I'm still not thirsty / although i find myself / thinking too frequently / about jagerbombs

November 23, 2016 | Poetry

Echidna Speed Dating

Yael Massen

I got my dad’s big nose and people make fun of me for it.

November 22, 2016 | Poetry

Five Poems

Davy Knittle

[victory lobe] 

 

tiny towns or a dog could keep me pleased  

for six months, then I’d wear felt triangles  

look like December, have needles on me

molt on the plane to the

November 21, 2016 | Poetry

Solomon in the Dark

Elijah Matthew Tubbs

Because anytime is the right time for a haiku.

November 18, 2016 | Poetry

Odyssey

Demond Blake

I usually distance myself from someone after i’m physical with them.

November 14, 2016 | Poetry

Understand, I Wasn't Always This Way

Taylor Collier

Understand, neurotic perfectionists are mostly calculated

November 11, 2016 | Poetry

Mall of America

Francesca Kritikos

 
 

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