Mimicking the path we walk by Mike Bernicchi
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they were picked long ago to heal – Aged men squat [...]
Poems
I know an old lady and other poems by Robert Beveridge
snake watches spider watches fly another hour like this Linda Blair, Superhero For Carla Toptsidis Enchanted is not the word most would use for a first encounter covered in [...]
Morning in Portland and other poems by George Franklin
Orange peels on the plate, broken curls Of skin, scent of trees from Morocco, Spain, or somewhere else, somewhere other Than here on this smoke-gray morning in Maine. The [...]
When the sun is close and other poems by Miriam Calleja
What do you do if you’re that close to the edge, And you don’t know how you got there? How do you feel when, Just by chance, You’ve inched away from the never-ending [...]
Aspen Matis by Ted Guevara
Throw that cane away; let it bounce and belittle itself among the down rocks. And please don’t look back to cradle it like Moses’ staff, its blackness unworthy of [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise
I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should dribble, apologize and disconnect from any form of [...]
A Thing From Spain by Ashlie Allen
They know I am not fluent in English, but still approach me. “Why are your eyes so black? Why do you look like you’ve been in the sun all your life?” My mother told me [...]
From The Book of Smaller by rob mclennan
Postcard to Gil McElroy A sketch. An apparatus of mish-mash. Salutations. Systematic checks. My legs were cold. Mezzanine. My other body. Years apart. Geometries of [...]
Homeboy Chicken Weasel and other poems by Kevin Ridgeway
says he got her digits 13th-stepping at an AA meeting that he was going to try them out after he phones his sponsor tonight, ready to fuck her brains out in place of heroin [...]
Groceries and other poems by WK Lawrence
Your passing wind captures me Gently mistakes me for another cold heart Like the ones you find in the frozen foods section Sorting through processed fish Comparing prices Or [...]
How to Survive Heartbreak and other poems by Courtney LeBlanc
Acknowledge the wrecking ball in your chest, the slow heaving back and forth as it crashes against your heart. Brush your teeth but avoid the mirror. Drape it with black [...]
Sloppy Brain by Ashlie Allen
I’m not a ghost, but you touch me as if you can’t feel anything, expression absent of fascination, hands still like there is no meaning to my skin. I shiver a lot because [...]
The wine label as poetry, 2 by Lindsey Thaden
JUAN CARLOS CUCHILLO FAMILY FARMS Rico Red Reserve Tinto Fino SONOMA COUNTY 2016 It started with a boy and a grape. In 1968, young Juan Carlos Cuchillo [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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