Kathleen Barber

This Isn’t a Funeral by K. Barber

It is a sticky August afternoon, and flies keep landing on me like I’m a corpse. “Emily,” my mother chides. “Please. Don’t say [...]

August 1, 2015

Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

Music And Lyrics By I was there I was there I was There I was there I was there when The clouds were melting icebergs [...]
Prodigal by Michele Madigan Somerville

When the clock strikes, the masks are delivered. I pause in a doorway, a shade, a champagne glass in my hand. Station stop: [...]
Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans

I blot my lipstick in all the wrong places like on the lining of my goodwill purse my jacket sleeve the window on the back [...]
Sloppy Brain by Ashlie Allen

I’m not a ghost, but you touch me as if you can’t feel anything, expression absent of fascination, hands still like [...]
Facade by Ian Scott McCormick

Phil tried to remember what it was like when he went off to college, 25 years ago. He tried to remember what that state [...]
Fairy Tales and other poems by Jonathan Duckworth

Mediation. Shallow rill of air between our throats & the arrow that finds an artery. Our dreams boiled down, reduced to [...]
Make Me Think Twice by Matthew J. Hall

Every time I drive you to it you pull back at the moment of impact your heart is too big your intentions and dreams are too [...]
#100 and other poems by Elizabeth Schmuhl

I have a certain fantasy: the earth that holds me swallows me deliberately. No one digs me a grave. What a luxury to slip [...]
Two Poems by Sarah Sala

POEM AFTER MAN: KITCHEN TABLE 1. I thought here’s a man who owns who he is. Look how natural you move in your animal skin. [...]
The Unmaking of a Savior and other poems by Khaya Osborne

i am an unsovereign, yet abandoned nation. my capitols have all their own names but look the same: faceless, skin thin as [...]
A Series of Controlled Explosions By David Haight

Evelyn sat at the kitchen table the tiny hands of her tiny body wrapped in supplication around her coffee cup and never once [...]
A DATING PROFILE THAT HAS BEEN PARTIALLY FILLED IN WITH A SMARTPHONE’S PREDICTIVE TEXT FEATURE and other poems by Linette Reeman

[after Madeline Lessing] My name is: HELLO BEAUTIFUL I AM ALIVE TODAY AND PHEW BOY AM I DOING SOMETHING WRONG My age is: [...]