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Through Thick Glass photo
May 11, 2020 | Poetry

Through Thick Glass

Alexandria Hall

After that, I gave up / on finding a good doctor...

Plague Poems photo
May 7, 2020 | Poetry

Plague Poems

Juliet Escoria

We decided that quarantine

would be fuckintine

except then I got a UTI

Two Poems photo
May 5, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Steven Espada Dawson

The visor mirror in the passenger seat was missing, but in its place was a sticker that read You’re Beautiful

3 Poems photo
May 1, 2020 | Poetry

3 Poems

Danny Caine

They know his name at Carraba’s.
He’s never gotten a parking ticket.
His Christmas display isn’t the biggest
but it still makes people weep in their Mazdas.

Shadow Ball Haibun photo
April 29, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Shadow Ball Haibun

Russell Brakefield

The boys laced under cover of dark and ran the bases, or rather, ran to where the bases had once been. They floated over scars on the infield, phones glowing like shadow balls at the corners.

Sign Stealing photo
April 28, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Sign Stealing

Daniel Romo

I will marry my fiancée in a few months
and that is a pitch I never saw coming

2 Poems photo
April 21, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

2 Poems

Frank Possemato

Watching the game
from the dug out
the coach paces distracted by nothing

Delayed Season: Nine Metropolitan Landscapes photo
April 17, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Delayed Season: Nine Metropolitan Landscapes

Gilad Jaffe

The veteran second baseman
is fiddling with his glasses in the twilight: The calculated
third baseman is scanning over the crowd for his family...

Baseball Dads All the Way Down photo
April 15, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Baseball Dads All the Way Down

Jim Redmond

It felt like a belly flop
crammed into a calcified bounce house

THIS WEEK IN BASEBALL: CHATTER photo
April 10, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

THIS WEEK IN BASEBALL: CHATTER

Mike Andrelczyk

Eighty-five percent of the Earth’s surface is tarp

2 Poems photo
April 9, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

2 Poems

Sean Lynch

I never mentioned to the skipper
how my mother died

I Don’t Like Baseball, Just the Red Sox photo
April 8, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

I Don’t Like Baseball, Just the Red Sox

Abbie Kiefer

In Maine his whole life except the year there wasn’t work.

3 Poems photo
April 3, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

3 Poems

Devin Kelly

​I knew a man, older, who was afraid to cry.

2 poems photo
April 2, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

2 poems

Steve Cushman

I was 11 and my buddy, Dennis, and I
kept hounding Coach Phillips for some chew

Dear Amma / Mai / Ma / Aayi / the tune of my breath in anguish photo
March 30, 2020 | Poetry

Dear Amma / Mai / Ma / Aayi / the tune of my breath in anguish

Meher Manda

 

Even if it is addressed to you, this is a letter for me. If it were truly a letter for you, it would be written in sound, in the words that lilt on your tongue, rise a tempest in your rage,

Bipolar Type II photo
March 27, 2020 | Poetry

Bipolar Type II

Geramee Hensley

Depression, like any beast, digests
only what is edible. 

To make your joy indigestible,
follow closely these steps:

Learn your enemy—in your mouth, melt
its pearled name until it enamels,

Elegy for Bubblegum photo
March 26, 2020 | Poetry

Elegy for Bubblegum

Zakiya Cowan

My father inhales smoke from a lone Marlboro,
            shadowed against a sun colored like dead autumn leaves.
He gently cradles the barrel of tobacco between his pointer
            &

If Tomorrow Never Comes, Lunch is the Entire Future photo
March 25, 2020 | Poetry

If Tomorrow Never Comes, Lunch is the Entire Future

Madeleine Wattenberg

The year is 2019 and all our conversations are now about water. Even the conversations not about water are about water. Water still comes in all three forms. The moon, for example, we now know has ice

Five Poems  photo
March 24, 2020 | Poetry

Five Poems 

Chen Chen

A Queer Translates Rilke

I long to know his self-described “epic head”
with my eyes closed. But for now, his torso
radiates from my screen like a delirious
lighthouse, like it is recharging my

TWO POEMS photo
March 19, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Cristina Correa

 

Color Study, or Ode to Discomfort

 

It was never safe for us—
always beneath the eye is blood;
and maybe a ferocious tongue
called

pete wentz came to me in a dream and told me to title this poem like a mid 00s fall out boy song photo
March 16, 2020 | Poetry

pete wentz came to me in a dream and told me to title this poem like a mid 00s fall out boy song

Rory Green

i trapped pete wentz
in a pastoral landscape

 

Hoop Dreams photo
March 12, 2020 | Poetry

Hoop Dreams

Josh Lefkowitz

Every car passing by might house a backseat scout

Brent’s Deli photo
March 11, 2020 | Poetry

Brent’s Deli

Jeremy Radin

 

Were this place to close, or burn, or fall, in an earthquake, down.
Were it to flood or be bulldozed to make way for the gray &
unmusical slab of an apartment building. Were it to be

HOLD ME OVER THIS BOILING CAULDRON BUT PLEASE DON’T DROP ME IN photo
March 9, 2020 | Poetry

HOLD ME OVER THIS BOILING CAULDRON BUT PLEASE DON’T DROP ME IN

Kimberly Ann Southwick

I dreamed my brother gave his dog to a friend in New York
who could better care for him. we walked into the woods

behind the wintered swim club where the swan babies
held their bonfires. I was

Two poems photo
February 28, 2020 | Poetry

Two poems

Koss

You, Drawing

Urgent and hawkish, 
savage man strokes
skirr from your pen;
determined bold lines 
chase skeletons   
gouge the eye sockets 
of decayed Frida Kahlo  
bursting with

Recent Books

HARDCORE

Mik Grantham

 

"Mik Grantham is a real killer. One of my favorite artists working today. HARDCORE is not hard to read"

 - Bud Smith, author of Teenager (Vintage) 

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"Her Lesser Work is far and away my favorite of your books, and 'G.O.A.T' in particular is a blast of brilliance."

     -Garielle Lutz

"Um, is 'Plant Hospital' both the hottest story and the hottest piece of literary gossip of the decade?!"

     -Rebecca van Laer

Worsted

Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily

 

Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.