mad

sometimes people ask me if i’m mad and i say no by Shy Watson

order me caviar you cheap fuck order me caviar my bones become dismantled in the rain what more could you want from me my tender fragility signed, i promise im interesting [...]

February 27, 2017

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 [...]
Six Poems by Josh Jordan

December 29, 2016

The Soul Undimmed In quietude you whisper upon the wind, reminiscing upon an afflicted past Outwardly your soul appears [...]
Fucking a Enuch by Laurie Lessen Reiche

December 10, 2016

Entanglements. Facebook is Fascist. Don’t you love me? Don’t you get me? Poor marching drummer fallen in a ditch, legs [...]
A DATING PROFILE THAT HAS BEEN PARTIALLY FILLED IN WITH A SMARTPHONE’S PREDICTIVE TEXT FEATURE and other poems by Linette Reeman

June 20, 2017

[after Madeline Lessing] My name is: HELLO BEAUTIFUL I AM ALIVE TODAY AND PHEW BOY AM I DOING SOMETHING WRONG My age is: [...]
Coffee and Cigarettes and other poems by Benjamin Blake

March 1, 2019

Coffee & Cigarettes Sometimes, life doesn’t seem so bad A pot of black coffee brewing on the kitchen counter Cigarette [...]
End Times by Amy Saul-Zerby

March 2, 2017

I am a bridal registry at a sex shop. You are a plane crash. I am the dental records used to identify your corpse. Our teeth [...]
Monogamy and other poems by Nooks Krannie

April 11, 2017

is it ok to not like life but still like you? somewhat i’m proud of my breasts and my nipples are warriors like mountain [...]
In Which All of My White Ex-Boyfriends Simultaneously Run For President by Khaya Osbourne

May 29, 2017

the careless whisper, soft pair of lips, hushed ‘i love you’ that you threw into the night comes back to your [...]
Rock Pools by F.C Malby

January 18, 2017

‘Look, a starfish, bright orange. Look at it.’ Sophie points to the ripples in the rock pool, her pigtails drop down [...]
New Place by Rebecca Guest

October 1, 2014

The promise of newly painted walls lining empty rooms, a kind of hubris that sings up your arms, popping goosepimples of [...]
Folie à Trois by Quinn White

January 17, 2017

Child is chill. Ghosts like she can kill. Stops rivers without a dam. Horses. Will I watch her cross-country show? Horses. [...]
You Will Drink by Eric Boyd

June 1, 2014

It is the end of the night. A man you hardly know, a new dishwasher at the restaurant you have been at for two years too [...]