aaron graham

Six Poems by Aaron Graham

THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND The boots on the ground aren’t boots they’re packs of young men roaming streets eternal out-of-towners in combat patrols come to see the [...]

January 4, 2016

Four Poems by Sloane Eliot

December 1, 2014

oxytocin waste of time on the sonogram, our mistake looked like an eclipse it felt like staring at the sun i looked until i [...]
Carnival Surprise by Tasha Coryell

August 1, 2015

People often mistook him for a Walmart greeter because of the smiley face pin he wore on his chest each day. He had never [...]
On The Lace Lichen Trail She Mourns A Tree After A Week Of Storms by Lisa Meckel

December 10, 2016

Off the trail, another great pine massacred by wind and rain. This great gray-chested body felled, no longer a giant against [...]
Toxic Shock by Alex Creece

May 29, 2016

First Aid 1.01: do not remove an embedded object yourself. Even after the obligatory hospital visit, I was never fully [...]
Prosperity and other poems by Anna Keeler

February 11, 2017

Second wave feminism and a Sexual revolution Too forward to Keep buried in your pants. You learn what it’s like to have To [...]
In Retrospect and other poems by Z.M.Wise

August 2, 2017

I should have looked both ways. I should have seen your forceful wishes to confuse me into mental paralysis. If I should [...]
Locked In, Locked Out by Claire Polders

January 4, 2016

Minnie pushes her shopping cart down the aisles and thinks about getting a car. Not to drive it, for she has nowhere to go, [...]
Three Poems by Sloane Eliot

August 1, 2015

there will be bruises Dark bar, dark stares in candle light champagne on tap, funneled into my mouth with alarming speed to [...]
Two Poems by Emily Bernard

June 1, 2015

TAKE A LEAF FROM MARY’S BOOK Virginal – winding as a wordy tour of a world For thrill rides – a four-minute [...]
Unrecovered Poem by Samantha Madway

September 2, 2016

Rooms filthy from all the sorrow. Trashcans filled with tissues filled with snot. Dark circles dyed under every eye. Dead [...]
Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold

October 1, 2014

I am waiting in a darkened room, facing the door, hands on knees. I am waiting for Christianity to seem plausible. I am [...]
lights, camera, action and other poems by Amy Saul-Zerby

January 13, 2017

lights, camera, action in a room as quiet as yours is today there is space into which expansion may occur when a house is [...]