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February 2, 2016 | Poetry

Real Winter

Lucy Tiven

The first time i took an Adderall I fell in love and was in love

for four years.

February 1, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Joseph Parker Okay

 

father, son, and holy void

i no longer care
whose fault it was

which probably means
it was mine.

i could drive my car
into lake michigan

and wake up where
you

January 28, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Elizabeth Powell

The past kept living inside me like a cheap Timex. “Where are you going?” the store clerk said. But I heard my father in my head, practically dragging me from bed to bon voyage me out of Newark when this terminal was merely stairs, no moving sidewalks...

January 21, 2016 | Poetry

2 Poems

Sarah Jean Alexander

For the thousandth time
I am describing our arms
and how they are
the perfect length

January 21, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Eszter Takacs

I built a Ferrari inside my white mouth
The shape of it was blue  and up came the sun
I said hey, Ferrari and with my white mouth   huffed it good, huffed it pretty
The throat of your pale moon heartscape contained me

January 19, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

Kate Monica

You scare me kind of           your admission of an emo phase  

January 14, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rosalynde Vas Dias

And it is easy, so easy / to welcome them into the poem.

January 14, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Rosalynde Vas Dias

I didn't imagine you could grow into your harness, that it could embed in your skin, that you could plod one circle for so long that actually stopping would open up the ache in your body.  

January 7, 2016 | Poetry

Family Reunion

Hannah Gamble

Yes, the girl says, / thus entering into an unspoken agreement / that a black shirt with prints of golden parrots and martini glasses / is the only requisite balm.

January 5, 2016 | Poetry

3 Poems

John Poch

When God is sleeping with his eagle, / we are like a woman with a peacock / under her arm telling the river hush. 

December 31, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Matt Massaia

The vet said that the humane thing to do would have been to let it die, to continue
doing whatever it was that I was doing. 

December 29, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Audrey Spensley

I come to you the way an animal finds a quiet place to die.

December 18, 2015 | Poetry

6 Poems

Elizabeth Ellen

Are you Beyoncé? My daughter says.

I am holding a pair of Nike kneepads in my hand.

No, I say.

I am not Beyoncé, I say.

December 18, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Emily Carney

I think about how the flashes bouncing back from selfies seem really ‘cinematic’
and how shia labeouf seems very alaskan
alaskan with hard fists, and lonely

December 17, 2015 | Poetry

Iggy Pops Got A Rocket In His Pocket

Jacob S. Knabb

Iggy Pop has a rocket in his pocket and he shore is gone pull it out.

December 15, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Rachel Corso

At happy hour he compared you to Carrie Bradshaw and
you thought this was funny.

December 10, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Grant Gerald Miller

Yes,we are parasites of the sun, but refuse to say so. We never mouth the same words twice. 

December 8, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Nkosi Nkululeko

Call me sensitive but if you dealt with a toothache
that made a destroyed country out of the left side
of your face, wouldn’t you cry your ass off

December 3, 2015 | Poetry

But You Dont Know Any Bon Jovi

Laura Minor

we’re all alone in our corner of need.

December 1, 2015 | Poetry

2 Poems

Jeremy Allan Hawkins

A person in a pool of water
drinks it all up.

November 27, 2015 | Poetry

An uncareful mathematician would always mistake this for love

Julia Dixon Evans

Because Math! 

November 27, 2015 | Poetry

GORGE

Sennah Yee

 

she had dreamt she had fed herself to tigers

felt their maw drag her by the neck

wondered nothing more of her life

other than how many calories she would be.

 

 

 

November 26, 2015 | Poetry

Three Poems

Hallie Bateman

Snakes and Sharks and Bats

November 26, 2015 | Poetry

Boiled Tomato

Kaveh Akbar

 

In  a dream you were chewing your fingers down to the knuckle. My fingers, missing nothing, seem a kind of bloom, fluid as they slide through my mouth and the mouths of others. Sometimes I

November 25, 2015 | Poetry

Two Poems

Liana Roux

Here we are like we used to be,
my thinking of you, your eyes
slipping, never quite on me.

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Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?

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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!