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3 Sad Sonnets
Brenna York
One
Can’t write now would be too sad to read.
My celeb crushes get married or domestic.
I’m like a pair of dollar store sunglasses
look good but the fuckers snap!
If anyone, anywhere
What it means to spend your formative years in the Fraser Valley
Kristin Kowalko
AJ
he was special
and gigantic
i imagine his hands sometimes when i’m feeling bored
and want to think about middle school
they were fucking huge and could probably seriously
Dear Herculine
Aaron Apps
I don’t mean to fetishize your death, I mean to say we are both corpses in a way. I mean to say that we always already were animals dying into the soil, inhuman.
Wednesday and Bear Hunt
Sarah Gerkensmeyer
Wednesday
Once upon a time it was Wednesday, and when the husband and wife awoke, all
of the windows in their house had been replaced with beautiful panes of stained
glass. The dining
Hoop Dreams
Tyler Gobble
Truth is Scottie Pippen / wasn’t born. He hatched from an egg that was stuck / to another, slightly larger egg. The opposite of Mugsy Bogues / on an airplane and the oxygen mask drops down, / for his seat only. Mookie Blaylock dresses up as Mookie / Blaylock for Halloween.
Spanking Diane Sawyer
Daniel Crocker
I want to spank Diane Sawyer
In fact, I'd pay upwards of
fifty dollars for it, at least
if she was wearing white cotton
panties
In my fantasy
I wonder
I stop and ask,
"Is
Olden Times
Lincoln Michel
When my friend is upset because someone posted
about them on the internet in a way they aren’t
sure is ironic, it makes me wish I wish I lived in
olden times. Shit was real back then.
If
House Hold
Tasha LeClair
I
The man—Grandpa's friend—said,
Welcome to Heaven on Earth.
He wore overalls and climbed in
through the window.
Mary Kay, seven maybe, staying
with Grandpa over
Two Poems
Kimberly Ann Southwick
like when I stand with the kitchen scissors in the citygarden, / thunderloving a green skinned fruit. // He hears my kisses, a wall grabber, the neighbors’ dog / left out in the cold. here’s to his / soft wet nose and a part of me / that bleeds dogblood, impure.
Poem for My Neighborhood
Stephen Morrow
I have been trying very hard / to consider the window’s pane, / but life keeps occurring beyond it. / Two gangs who were firing .45s / at each other across our busy street / inadvertently shot a lady in the forehead.
Biggie Poems
P. J. Williams
Juicy
“This album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'”
- The Notorious B.I.G.
This is the song that
Three Poems
Jill McDonough
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!