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Three Poems photo
October 17, 2013 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jill McDonough

 

I chose to love the ones / I poured coffee for. Now I let myself fill / with tenderness for undergrads and murderers, / imagine them as children, little boys and girls. / Privilege and wonder, her underbite and glasses. / His new haircut, her white socks.
 
Two Poems photo
October 10, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Justin Carter

 

you want back to ‘93: to soft skin / & nights driving down dirt road / & the desire to still be— / breathing, you want to say / but instead you think of all the things you wish / she was not

Listening to Nick Drake photo
October 3, 2013 | Poetry

Listening to Nick Drake

Michael Brokos

 

You’re beating him, he needs to protect / the plate and his at-bat, throw something / outside the zone! something he can’t / possibly hit, think how afraid he must be / of you.

2 Poems photo
September 30, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Mike Roberts

Interrupting

      and above the dryer on the back porch she let hang three pieces of purple glass—sometime broken—taped together and hung from a string, let little cat swat a tiny paw—claws

3 Poems photo
September 27, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Michael Schmeltzer

 

Re: Re: Personal Ad #5 (A Kiss Worth Three Lives)

My father was in the war and told me never to ask
if a soldier ever killed a man.
It doesn’t matter.
On our third date I’ll order

Be a 22 Year Old American Boy photo
September 26, 2013 | Poetry

Be a 22 Year Old American Boy

Atticus Davis

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Be a 22 year old American boy—get really drunk and embarrass yourself in front of the beautiful, freckled, 29 year old Italian Volcanologist that invited you to drinks with her 31 year

3 Poems photo
September 25, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

J. Bradley

I Was A White Girl In A Crowd Of White Girls In The Park

The NSA did nothing after I left a document open on my laptop. In it, I changed your name to new and interesting terrorist

Rap Poems photo
September 24, 2013 | Poetry

Rap Poems

Mark Cugini

I. / A yawning / Pitbull puppy / dipped in gold.

Milk Sickness photo
September 23, 2013 | Poetry

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.

His bicycle painted in bird shit: he rides for hours

5 Poems photo
September 20, 2013 | Poetry

5 Poems

Willis Plummer

*
i'm gandhi on the beaches
of northern california
i take comfort
in the fact that
the government watches me
on public transportation
i can relax
i want to stop a subway
between

3 Poems photo
September 18, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Jill Talbot

Absorbed

I was returning to a Texas town I had no business in,
and when I took him back into my bed, snuck into
his office between classes and locked the door,
I knew that you knew,

4 Poems photo
September 16, 2013 | Poetry

4 Poems

Dominic Gualco

burrow

you traced along the freckles on my back
with black ink,
like a crumpled constellation

i looked at the picture and smiled,
like a lonesome girl reading her diary aloud to an

You Just Got Boomed photo
September 13, 2013 | Poetry

You Just Got Boomed

Ben Gross

you can call me the Boom Doctor

I have your emptied-out torso on the operating table

2 Poems photo
September 11, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

h. l. nelson

Tops Like Arrows

Dan’s Trans Am smashed into the guardrail,
him doing 75, all hopped up
on Dexatrim and Coors Lite.
I remember him, my younger brother,
 grabbing his fleshy waist when

White Wearing Wet Pants photo
September 9, 2013 | Poetry

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 photo
September 6, 2013 | Poetry

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

3 Poems photo
September 4, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Ras Dia

 

Tritina: Die

Our lives, the lyrics of ‘Die! Die! Die!’
Less the scenes in Die Hard or Die! Die!
My Darling! or Juliet Montague’s “when he shall die,”

The way we feel when the

3 Poems photo
September 2, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

xTx

Desireé Panda and the Lee Van Cleefs

A murder dinner for beckoning.  Let’s have a grave way with phonics.  Let’s tangle bright inside one another.  Holding forks, holding knives.

Come out

Three Poems photo
August 27, 2013 | Poetry

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 photo
August 22, 2013 | Poetry

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.

Two Poems photo
August 13, 2013 | Poetry

Two Poems

Renée Ashley

For weeks I thought only of this We are a body We will come undone A table of snow and a table of sorrow A tea that smells of a house burned down

Three Poems photo
August 8, 2013 | Poetry

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.

2 Poems photo
July 29, 2013 | Poetry

2 Poems

Douglas Korb

 

Where Everywhere Snow, There Grass


There was a patch of grass. There was snow
around the patch of grass. There was me.
I am not about the snow; the snow is not about
me. Although

3 Poems photo
July 24, 2013 | Poetry

3 Poems

Allison Leigh

 

Thing Being

               Écriture feminine

I was told on a train I was after

delicate—or something to do

with feathers. I heard bird, bird

bird. I heard the word

5 Poems photo
July 22, 2013 | Poetry

5 Poems

Andrew J. Khaled Madigan

 

In first grade

we had to make
a little booklet
about our dads.

You take a sheet
of paper, fold it
fold it again

and then draw
a picture
on every page.

Well, on the

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