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

Milk Crates by Melanie Tague

April 1, 2014

I watched you once sitting on the bench by the courthouse, staring at the ground and I whispered that you were missing the [...]
April Sleeps in Velvet by Marie Abate

June 1, 2014

April has a headache. She doesn’t want to take her pills. She remembers last night, the tavern on the other side of town [...]
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 [...]
Two Poems by Daniel Wallock

October 1, 2014

Barren Walking in, the hallow, whites of, the moonlight, my heart beats, silent hums. My eyes, shed frozen, tears, and my [...]
Two Poems by Kayla Rae Candrilli

November 1, 2015

Pater Familias: Way with Words He waves from the sepia-toned dock, the folds in his Army uniform crisp. Forty-five years [...]
Two Poems by Erin McIntosh

September 2, 2016

The wolves are at my heart Wolves are at my heart Again but I only continue To revolve around you like The earth to sun a [...]
Insurance Purposes by J.J. Krill

April 10, 2017

scrambling to figure out what to do after leaving the holding tank an actual clinic some where is looking like fifty-grand a [...]
Reconnecting with Mira by Prachi Jain

February 1, 2014

From: janya@yahoo.com To: miracares@yahoo.com Subject: I Am Sorry Mira, I have been thinking about you for a long time [...]
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 [...]
Lightwood by Steph Post

May 1, 2017

There was no one to greet Judah Cannon when he got out of Starke, so he just started walking. The sky was gray, the air [...]
post-inauguration poem by Shy Watson

February 6, 2017

it is a saturday night i am at a strip mall dunkin donuts in south philadelphia in my pajamas i am Irrationally Mad about [...]
Stomped Full of the Great Because and other poems by Claire Kelly

October 23, 2017

Reasons followed her pretty-girl looks like the bows on a kite tail. Her dad taught her to shoot, showed her pictures of [...]

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