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Sleeping and other poems by Simone Savannah

She says last night I was all over the bed pushing her to the edge of it and I am laughing with her because I remember how this started with you— If appropriate I would [...]

February 9, 2017

Four Poems by Justin Hyde

December 1, 2014

after your best friend’s wedding we stood naked in front of the hotel mirror arms behind each other’s backs marveling at [...]
Crushed Ice by Mark Belair

January 4, 2016

The old, downtown fish shop stands closed, and not just for the day, it seems: the rolled-paper dispenser empty, the shiny [...]
Two Poems by Meredith Maltby

December 1, 2014

Loophole At a party getting to know all the cute space time continuums, I wasn’t spiraling, just getting my name out [...]
Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis

August 28, 2017

Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another [...]
Remembrance Day by Bradley Sides

October 11, 2017

I’m first in line for Remembrance Day. I’ve been here since midnight. The announcement never said what time the gates [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

August 1, 2015

Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the [...]
Facade by Ian Scott McCormick

March 16, 2017

Phil tried to remember what it was like when he went off to college, 25 years ago. He tried to remember what that state [...]
What’s In A Name? by Audrey Wick

December 28, 2016

She told me she thought about naming me Annabel Lee, after the famous female in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem. Instead, she named [...]
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 [...]
La Petite Mort by Quinn White

February 3, 2017

Cover your ears. I took your father’s virginity. On top, he should’ve faced me, but he stared out his window at [...]
He Seems To Take A Masochistic Delight In Comforting Uncomfortable Truths and other stories by Alex Antiuk

February 10, 2017

I have an entire drawer filled with empty pill bottles. I am tempted to take the drawer out, dump it on the floor and count [...]
I am my own planet by Meg Johnson

March 22, 2019

I don’t suffer from night terrors, but if I ever do, I hope I scream out, Neely O’Hara! I could scream this out while [...]

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