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The Morning of the Day by Lee Foust

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 bedroom in the back of her new flat—it still felt like [...]

April 1, 2014

Grateful Mother by Kayla Pongrac

February 1, 2015

When I was a child I owned a teddy bear that I leashed and dragged into supermarkets and banks and shopping malls. His eyes [...]
two poems by megan kemple

June 1, 2015

Thanks for the Christmas Present I’ve always preferred thunderstorms to sunny days, Rain on rusted tin roofs, steady as my [...]
Austerity Measures and other poems by Addison Bale

June 26, 2017

without for an abscess conversations after ellipses a side-long glance flouting its prolonged piss burn a bashing spring [...]
The Ultimate Dinner Party by C.B. Johnson

March 19, 2016

Nobody knew it but it was the eve of another historic money crash, the kind that has bankers jumping out of windows from [...]
Two Poems by Raphael Maurice

August 1, 2014

My Better Life in the Country I suppose I should tell of the things I liked here. I liked the way hay bales looked [...]
white sheets and cow milk by Ingrid Solbrig

January 15, 2017

I want to write [a poem] about us but there is no us There is you, far and me, too close. There is you, unknown. I want to [...]
ross from friends emoji set by chuck young

February 17, 2017

two smiling mouths / pressed against each / other gospeling secrets / down ticklish throats. / personal history [...]
the sun shouts at us in tongues and other poems by William James

January 20, 2017

The sun shouts at us in tongues through the tower window. Calls us by name & we hide ourselves from its gaze. From the [...]
Overpass by Alison Hicks

September 2, 2016

Two days after my mother died I lay on the mat in the storefront studio down the street from the tracks. My mother appeared [...]
I WANT TO BE LIKE CIRCE POISONING THE SEA by DEIRDRE COYLE

March 19, 2016

When the god, Glaucus, fell in love with the sea nymph, Scylla, and Scylla rejected him, Glaucus went to the witch, [...]
John and the Rainbow Whatever by Christopher DiCicco

January 4, 2016

John understood the rainbow, which is why he kept his hands on the red. He waited until it hurt, until he felt the colors [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

June 7, 2017

I don’t want to sit down. My stomach is roaring, but my mind is roaring louder. “Don’t go close to them. They think [...]

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