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Two Poems photo
July 21, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Carly Joy Miller

Theater of Inheritance

Wrong to say I accept the rough
face of my family. Your father,

so young-looking, your mother
even more. I grew older than boys

around me because I was

Memento Mori, or in Other Words photo
July 17, 2020 | Poetry

Memento Mori, or in Other Words

Stephanie Tom

Canada Goose — the age-old adage of 
whether or not a ton of bricks or a ton 

of feathers is heavier & the fact that it’s
always the feathers because you have to live 

with the guilt on

Siege Liturgy photo
July 16, 2020 | Poetry

Siege Liturgy

Nandini Dhar

On the tip of my tongue, the shadow of your incomplete rebellion 
a riverine blister ; a city-street broken into brick-brats, 

glued together again to fashion a ceramic gnome, its 

my lover and I lose our bodies and become parts of speech photo
July 15, 2020 | Poetry

my lover and I lose our bodies and become parts of speech

Paula Harris

adjective /

fuck yes

July 14, 2020 | Poetry


Despy Boutris

We keep what’s between us a secret. 
I’m supposed to be at your house

and you’re supposed to be at mine,
but, really, we lie in the center of the wheat 

where no one can find us, make

Desire/Excellence photo
July 10, 2020 | Poetry


Sean Cho A.

i came to America too young
to be foreign, so all my dreams 
are American and contemporary,
present and blinding as morning-hunger:
a fat gull scavenges for loose plastic bags 
and their

in the year 2148, our only nakba photo
July 8, 2020 | Poetry

in the year 2148, our only nakba

Fargo Tbakhi

is the egg yolk, broken when it was meant to be fried, 
the sobbing of a child who’s just found 
that their favorite character does not survive, 

the scraped knee, the store out of cigarettes

My Grandpa Didn’t Immigrate, He Fled Japanese Occupation photo
July 7, 2020 | Poetry

My Grandpa Didn’t Immigrate, He Fled Japanese Occupation

Troy Osaki

                                                 ⁠–⁠After José Olivarez 

When Carly’s body
isn’t a body but ash
they wish to be poured
into Lake Washington
below a sun becoming half
a sun,

Puig photo
July 2, 2020 | Poetry


Miguel Murphy

I took the test. 
Persistent rash? 
A cough? A rumor. 
A fungus 

from that polluted 
Ipanema beach. 
I smiled when I heard, 
took a drag, bent 

my wrist, palm up. Juana 

Hey, Down There, I Am a Middle Aged Idiot with Questionable Eyesight and Plenty of Advice photo
July 1, 2020 | Poetry

Hey, Down There, I Am a Middle Aged Idiot with Questionable Eyesight and Plenty of Advice

David Wright

I'm up here along the photograph and its shore, calling to you. Dive off your custom watercraft and swim to the beach. No one of us standing here blames you for being seduced by the once constant tingle of skin we've followed all our lives.

Tip Top Vacation Performance  photo
June 30, 2020 | Poetry

Tip Top Vacation Performance 

Jordan Clark


Two women velcroed a husky, mesh tank top
in order to separate the men from the boys.
Then, 20 aisles apart, mimed the crucifixion.
Words I’m akin to grasp start in

Three Poems  photo
June 26, 2020 | Poetry

Three Poems 

Alex Bernstein

"Today I Promise," "Rubric for Asparagus," and "My Life"

i watched the lighthouse photo
June 25, 2020 | Poetry

i watched the lighthouse

Alexis Briscuso

four times in one day
just because that
ending was fucking
sublime and i cried
the whole way thru
the bit where they
danced. i’m still
thinking about it
now that moment
when they

Two Poems  photo
June 24, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Danielle Rose

Oort Poetica

The way ice can become a verdant spring. Horace, you know the way we stare through lenses; how we bathe the sky in radio waves. Do you understand what it means to listen to a body

Two Poems  photo
June 22, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Shawn Berman


the other day when you came home you were
crying because one of your

Burlesque  photo
June 18, 2020 | Poetry


Courtney LeBlanc


~a contrapuntal poem

He was a friend                                                        he became my lover
he took my hand                                                      he

Two Poems  photo
June 16, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Joe Emanuel


Takes a blow-dryer
to the plastic flower.

Makes its petals
curve the way they’ll be needed

Left sucking long on the last bit
of bubble gum:
out of the lips, it drains

Two Poems photo
June 11, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Aiden Heung

The First January Sun I Want to Share with You

At least a handful of sunshine,
the best ataractic; I
steady myself in the russet
downpour, attempting to trace
down this new feeling,
like a

Alchemy photo
June 9, 2020 | Poetry


Nikki Ummel


Gathers me          with her silver gaze

     the moonlight reflects               milk



Two Poems photo
June 4, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Michael Chang

you’re out of touch i’m out of time

“You know what to do with that big fat butt

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle”—Jason Derulo


2 Poems photo
June 3, 2020 | Poetry

2 Poems

Todd Dillard

In the Brooklyn bar with skee-ball and dollar hot dogs
I tell a woman I'm a taxidermist for celebrities' pets.

Two Poems  photo
June 2, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Mary Moore Dalton


I don’t think it was nirvana playing
I don’t know what it was
in the ocean sometimes
warm water is pulsing under the cold surface
I don’t know if I really mean it. I mean,
maybe it’s a

re-learning life at the end of May photo
May 29, 2020 | Poetry

re-learning life at the end of May

Haley Winkle

last month, every
robin I saw looked
like it wanted to fight

The Pros & Cons of Breaking Up with a Boyfriend while He’s at Sea photo
May 28, 2020 | Poetry

The Pros & Cons of Breaking Up with a Boyfriend while He’s at Sea

Tyler Friend

Your boyfriend was the first...

Joe Rogan photo
May 27, 2020 | Poetry

Joe Rogan

Elizabeth Ellen

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Chloe Caldwell

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