edward birt

You are what you eat and I’m not meat by Edward Birt

Bacon. Ham. Sausage. Steak. None of this gets on my plate. Chops. Chorizo. Squid and offal. Divine to some, to me just awful! “Why?!” folks say – “Meat’s so [...]

February 23, 2017

Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

February 16, 2017

I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s [...]
Two Poems by Carla McGill

May 29, 2016

ANOTHER DRIVE This time I leave the circling freeways of Los Angeles, head the other way toward the burnt land of [...]
Three Poems by M.F Nagel

August 1, 2014

Love or a trick of light Somewhere East of the the pale moons of twilight Cometh the iceman Sing ‘in memory in vespers’ [...]
FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

October 23, 2017

FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right [...]
The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela

February 13, 2017

The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but [...]
Commitments by Kelle Grace Gaddis

December 29, 2016

His coarse beard was an array of auburn, brown and gray strands, hairs upturned and twisted out to the side refusing to [...]
The Price of the Ticket to Heaven by Raphael Maurice

August 14, 2019

Stay & hold me & these suffering hands. For I won’t be long. I will not remain unread like a book for God does [...]
How were we to know? by Daniel Von der Embse

April 1, 2015

A small, scented patch of paper is all that remains of the time we lived together above the all-night barbershop on [...]
Coffee Stains by Christina Murphy

December 1, 2013

Carrying a Starbucks Venti with double cream down the steps, he trips, hits his head, and the coffee spills out into a small [...]
Three Poems by Andrea Lawler

August 1, 2015

Life is a Book Written by Bukowski Sitting in the car in the sweltering heat in the hospital parking lot waiting for my [...]
he by lauren millici

April 1, 2015

says I’m a break from routine. Spends the night inside of me, a vacancy at a Motel Six. Fucks without his wedding ring, [...]
I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva

August 7, 2017

Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket [...]