four poems

four poems by Justin Hyde

i haven’t been with his wife in three months as i come out of the showers towel around my waist at the ymca he’s standing at a locker across from me stripping off [...]

April 1, 2015

Blizzard of 1950, Eatontown NJ by Lee Landau

June 1, 2015

Sometimes, too many times Mom went crazy, never meant for children, particularly three girls in a low rent, attached home, [...]
Later now, but and other poems by Ed Higgins

June 13, 2017

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 [...]
Times Square 1960 by Mark Pritchard

February 1, 2014

I haven’t been to a joint like this in years, but this is where Feldman is appearing. The faded lobby is strangely [...]
Six Poems by Josh Jordan

December 29, 2016

The Soul Undimmed In quietude you whisper upon the wind, reminiscing upon an afflicted past Outwardly your soul appears [...]
Folie à Trois by Quinn White

January 17, 2017

Child is chill. Ghosts like she can kill. Stops rivers without a dam. Horses. Will I watch her cross-country show? Horses. [...]
Two Poems by Chloe Clark

May 29, 2016

All the Tea that My Creepy Heart Desires Lapsang souchong, oolong, or maybe pu-erh, tasting of hay, of smoke, of the sun [...]
Fucking a Enuch by Laurie Lessen Reiche

December 10, 2016

Entanglements. Facebook is Fascist. Don’t you love me? Don’t you get me? Poor marching drummer fallen in a ditch, legs [...]
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 [...]
Like Breath, Like Air by Mari Pack

March 3, 2017

Oh, for fuck’s sake when I die, don’t tell them I was full of life say instead, that I was air and that I swept [...]
Three Poems by Jacqueline Markowski

February 1, 2015

Mania Pulls six figures living paycheck to paycheck, a dry tongue away from homelessness. It takes out steel window loans [...]
the day i stopped being a black hole and other poems by Linda M. Crate

March 7, 2017

“i bet you don’t remember me,” he said, flashing me a devil may cry smirk and eyes full of talons; i was a [...]
June’s suspicious eyes by Raphael Maurice

March 15, 2017

You would say root and I saw it, the deep goodness of brittle earth. Blossom, you’d sing, as I licked my lips & fell [...]