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Grateful Mother by Kayla Pongrac

When I was a child I owned a teddy bear that I leashed and dragged into supermarkets and banks and shopping malls. His eyes never changed shape and his smile never rotted [...]

February 1, 2015

Shake Loose by Claire Stamler-Goody

August 2, 2017

Adam used to love his phone. He carried it everywhere and every time it buzzed, he melted. He fidgeted whenever the battery [...]
Elvis Would So by Rijn Collins

August 1, 2014

I’ve always assumed that at some point I’ll live next door to a carny. I mean, wouldn’t you? Most kids scan the [...]
The Unmaking of a Savior and other poems by Khaya Osborne

October 23, 2017

i am an unsovereign, yet abandoned nation. my capitols have all their own names but look the same: faceless, skin thin as [...]
Marriage For Dummies by Andrew Kuhn

September 2, 2016

Remember that we are all dummies here, and must never label each other as such. Say “I” a lot. As in, “I like how you [...]
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 [...]
Two Poems by Betsy Martin

September 2, 2016

The Biosphere This storm is strange for Tucson, the frigid rain sprayed down the way the gardener hoses bird excrement from [...]
At my sons concert and other poems by Justin Hyde

January 9, 2017

at my son’s concert on a little wooden chair next to my ex-wife in the auditorium. we don’t talk much outside of [...]
Voices in the Belfry by Keith Moul

November 1, 2015

I met for years with contrary shades of my own being, pressed heatedly my claims; duly performed suitable penalties; hauled [...]
Homeboy Chicken Weasel and other poems by Kevin Ridgeway

July 20, 2017

says he got her digits 13th-stepping at an AA meeting that he was going to try them out after he phones his sponsor tonight, [...]
Dark Cloud by Jenya Doudareva

February 18, 2017

He hid inside Nimbostratus Gardens. Heavy damp smell of vegetation filled his throat and made his glasses foggy. For a [...]
Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

September 11, 2017

Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed [...]
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 [...]