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Sorry there are demons in the weather and other poems by Luke Bradley

Tilting up to bluelit bottles like organ pipes and gulping the air, the wonder of five hypothetical storeys, dread will fill us up entirely like sub-sub-contra C. First, [...]

January 14, 2017

Three Poems by Alita Pirkopf

September 2, 2016

I have learned to walk I have learned to walk in white fog— so warm it stifled and turned to thick steam. It didn’t [...]
I know an old lady and other poems by Robert Beveridge

August 28, 2017

snake watches spider watches fly another hour like this Linda Blair, Superhero For Carla Toptsidis Enchanted is not the word [...]
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 [...]
Mimicking the path we walk by Mike Bernicchi

September 4, 2017

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they [...]
An Inauguration Poem As Ghost Written For Donald Trump and other poems by J. Bradley

January 26, 2017

I thank thee, third party voter, for putting your ethics over your country. I am here today because of you. These last eight [...]
The Morning of the Day by Lee Foust

April 1, 2014

I half sat/half lay propped up on a pillow in bed looking out the bay window in the nearest corner of Betty’s large [...]
Spill by Karie Fugett

April 1, 2015

The day my husband died, April 20, 2010, BP oil poured into the Gulf of Mexico. I was told about the spill weeks later, [...]
On Balancing On A Steel Girder by Jacob Aiello

April 1, 2015

Have you seen those photographs of the shirtless men balancing on steel girders thousands of feet above New York City? Yes. [...]
A Frosty Laburnum Morning While Listening To Duck Stab! by David R Miller

February 1, 2015

Mildly stoned, with my elbows supported by the back deck railing, I leant forward toward the expanse of unmown lawn that [...]
Six Poems by Aaron Graham

January 4, 2016

THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND The boots on the ground aren’t boots they’re packs of young men roaming streets eternal [...]
Three poems by Eileen Hennessy

January 4, 2016

ABOUT MAKING MY HOME About making my home smaller and clearer: I am past caring for your expectations. I’m rediscovering [...]
Three Poems by Sloane Eliot

August 1, 2015

there will be bruises Dark bar, dark stares in candle light champagne on tap, funneled into my mouth with alarming speed to [...]