Austerity Measures and other poems by Addison Bale
without for an abscess conversations after ellipses a side-long glance flouting its prolonged piss burn a bashing spring leaves a cortisone subscription opportunistically / a [...]
Our Man by Meg Pokrass
This week our stunted man hobbles around the house wearing fluffy, taped-together slippers. It appears as if he has broken a toe. Last week, he was a braying like a donkey, [...]
A DATING PROFILE THAT HAS BEEN PARTIALLY FILLED IN WITH A SMARTPHONE’S PREDICTIVE TEXT FEATURE and other poems by Linette Reeman
[after Madeline Lessing] My name is: HELLO BEAUTIFUL I AM ALIVE TODAY AND PHEW BOY AM I DOING SOMETHING WRONG My age is: There will probably be factors about this that make [...]
Sounds of Home by John Talbird
He’ll never go back. John’s twenty-four and independent and has no desire to speak to his parents ever again. There’s no use in trying to make them understand, either [...]
Homeward and other poems by MJ Santiago
I thought I remembered digging into your soft sides, dripping splinters on the ground. And after that a hole remained. We could see straight through, from our cracked bed [...]
Later now, but and other poems by Ed Higgins
I can still remember how we kissed then the buzz of bees in our head. Or was it the Zinfandel we had with Reuben sandwiches you said you made better than Ruben himself? [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen
I don’t want to sit down. My stomach is roaring, but my mind is roaring louder. “Don’t go close to them. They think you’re weird.” Carrying my books, I flee to the [...]
You’re a Movie I Haven’t Finished by Ted Guevara
Frames of you resemble the lead in a way that is not flimsy. The thinness of you slips under glass. You were that saved forest I zip-lined over I have to see you in bowed [...]
Green Mountain Coffee and other poems by James Blevins
the café nearly empty— scent of burnt brew wafting through our shared morning. and you turned me on, talking of Verlaine’s passion for Rimbaud, stirring your drink. [...]
In Which All of My White Ex-Boyfriends Simultaneously Run For President by Khaya Osbourne
the careless whisper, soft pair of lips, hushed ‘i love you’ that you threw into the night comes back to your doorstep at dawn with a greased noose and a stick of [...]
Out on the Eastern Slopes and other stories by Steve Passey
My Grandfather hunted. My father hunted. Everyone we knew hunted. Everyone knew someone on the reserve. A treaty card allows for a “subsistence hunt.” For not much money [...]
