meredith maltby

Two Poems by Meredith Maltby

Loophole At a party getting to know all the cute space time continuums, I wasn’t spiraling, just getting my name out there, testing the waters in bodies not my own. A cup [...]

December 1, 2014

The Ultimate Dinner Party by C.B. Johnson

Nobody knew it but it was the eve of another historic money crash, the kind that has bankers jumping out of windows from [...]
the day i stopped being a black hole and other poems by Linda M. Crate

“i bet you don’t remember me,” he said, flashing me a devil may cry smirk and eyes full of talons; i was a [...]
Bitter Witness and other poems by Jerry McGinley

The icy-eyed moon gnashes her razor teeth, shrieks like a wounded possum, glares at the starry-eyed lovers who pledge [...]
Groceries and other poems by WK Lawrence

Your passing wind captures me Gently mistakes me for another cold heart Like the ones you find in the frozen foods section [...]
Rolling Papers by Audrey El-Osta

it was papercraft + origami, it was incensory + aromatic. You made an art of it when you taught me how to roll my cigarettes [...]
Two Poems by Erin McIntosh

The wolves are at my heart Wolves are at my heart Again but I only continue To revolve around you like The earth to sun a [...]
Interview with Elizabeth Schmuhl

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? During the week, when not at dance or school, I was out playing in the [...]
A Brief History Of Cola by Glen Armstrong

Though cola is undeniably a cultural construct and any modern, identifiable culture should be able to construct a Rube [...]
Hindsight by Peter McMillan

Street level in the financial district it was dark and the streetlights were still on. Overhead the sky was blue and [...]
ross from friends emoji set by chuck young

two smiling mouths / pressed against each / other gospeling secrets / down ticklish throats. / personal history [...]
Sounds of Home by John Talbird

He’ll never go back. John’s twenty-four and independent and has no desire to speak to his parents ever again. There’s [...]
How were we to know? by Daniel Von der Embse

A small, scented patch of paper is all that remains of the time we lived together above the all-night barbershop on [...]