mike bernicchi

Mimicking the path we walk by Mike Bernicchi

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they were picked long ago to heal – Aged men squat [...]

September 4, 2017

Four Poems by Sloane Eliot

December 1, 2014

oxytocin waste of time on the sonogram, our mistake looked like an eclipse it felt like staring at the sun i looked until i [...]
I am my own planet by Meg Johnson

March 22, 2019

I don’t suffer from night terrors, but if I ever do, I hope I scream out, Neely O’Hara! I could scream this out while [...]
About The Universe by Eleanore Lee

September 2, 2016

Why worry? In five billion years our sun will become a spuming red giant. Will it matter then who got Mother’s Ming [...]
Turtle and Hare by Chloe Clark

April 1, 2014

If loss were a mathematical concept— a subtraction, a division, a formula for invisible numbers, then how does one [...]
Coffee Stains by Christina Murphy

December 1, 2013

Carrying a Starbucks Venti with double cream down the steps, he trips, hits his head, and the coffee spills out into a small [...]
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 [...]
The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

March 1, 2017

It was about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was [...]
The Salt of Our Bodies is the Salt of Our Rhymes and other poems by Steve Passey

January 22, 2017

In the salt of our bodies Is the salt of our rhymes It comes out of us hard It comes out in our speech This depression is [...]
All types of powerlessness by Ashlie Allen

May 29, 2016

I like when I get dizzy and feel like talking about my misery after drinking. I can admit I am suicidal and laugh about it. [...]
Snippet from Soft Opening by Alexandra Naughton

October 11, 2017

Playing with this power because I can and because it’s been done to me and it’s something I’ve always had and never [...]
Three Poems by Molly Kelley

May 29, 2016

A Quality Skull I have a quality skull. I could find it in the dark. Stripped of its skin. I could hook my finger through [...]
Nine by Sarah Boland

February 24, 2017

Fall left with a heavy sigh As the willow trees bid farewell to the leaves with tears in their eyes. The willows wish for [...]