Daniel Von der Embse

How were we to know? by Daniel Von der Embse

A small, scented patch of paper is all that remains of the time we lived together above the all-night barbershop on Claremont Ave. You made me ox-tail soup and took care of [...]

April 1, 2015

Three Poems by Sarah A. O’Brien

March 19, 2016

This Isn’t a Poem About Cold Hands my hands are cold at the moment (when aren’t they, really), so they look purple (this [...]
Psychic Mountains Ten Thousand Feet High by Sheldon Lee Compton

August 8, 2019

Clifton’s home is the same as anywhere; curses and miracles happen in the same small steps, and the difference between the [...]
Chalk outlines of a future self by Jay Sizemore

June 1, 2015

I will leave the water running while I brush my teeth, because it soothes me. Being wasteful can be soothing. I wonder if [...]
girls with griffins in their eyes need to wear contacts by Calvero

April 1, 2015

I saw a pretty girl in a cafe today. She was sitting alone and sipping some kinda coffee drink. She looked like that musty [...]
Come for the stunning career opportunities by Jenya Doudareva

April 3, 2017

Ox was running late again. To get to work, he had to cut through thick cold darkness from his cluster of lights to the next. [...]
The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

October 23, 2017

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn [...]
A Milton Bradley Game by Hilary Sideris

January 4, 2016

The object, for a girl eight to fourteen, is to be ready, to swoon if he’s a dream, recoil if he’s creepy, having [...]
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 [...]
Farmington, Maine : The Warmth of Winter by Julia Guarch

November 1, 2015

Every winter jacket I ever owned paired with layers made me feel like the walking Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters, my [...]
De Stijl by Sarah Vernetti

September 2, 2016

Claire stands and struggles to find her balance. The walls, the floor, the ceiling converge as a single plane, the seams [...]
On Donald Trump Tweeting that Meryl Streep is One of the Most Overrated Actresses by Amy Saul-Zerby

February 1, 2017

This year we learned the difference between shock & surprise & maybe too late, but who would have thought, if given [...]
The Salt of Our Bodies is the Salt of Our Rhymes and other poems by Steve Passey

January 22, 2017

In the salt of our bodies Is the salt of our rhymes It comes out of us hard It comes out in our speech This depression is [...]

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