nicholas olsen

Drinking your Lye by Nicholas Olsen

I see pieces of you everywhere I go, smell hints of your perfume in drafts of wind as I walk down this old block trying to assemble the remnants of my past. It feels like you [...]

July 16, 2017

Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in [...]
Struck Birds by Catharine Lucas

San Gregorio State Beach, California Tide-packed sands; cliffscapes, buff and russet. One bleached rock thrust skyward, its [...]
Make Me Think Twice by Matthew J. Hall

Every time I drive you to it you pull back at the moment of impact your heart is too big your intentions and dreams are too [...]
Untitled #3 by Mike Lafontaine

My father appeared to me in a dream last night. I was walking down the street in my old neighbourhood. I was looking at my [...]
Part of the Same Being by Nina Ficenec

We decided to cut out of the mill early, grab a case of beer and just drive, drive, Jay’s knuckles white against the [...]
The Happy Light by Cari Scribner

As soon as I told my mother I wanted to leave my husband, she said I need to bump up my meds and get more sun. Seriously, [...]
says the same and other poems by Edmund Sandoval

Maybe I’m in love with you. I say this in a diner. On the train car. In the boulevard. She says the same. Probably [...]
Two Poems by Raphael Maurice

My Better Life in the Country I suppose I should tell of the things I liked here. I liked the way hay bales looked [...]
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 [...]
The Last Guest and other poems by Olivia Mardwig

It was for a birthday- around a table, flutes of wine and smoke. Laid out- dishes of shifting water for the ash, tapped into [...]
Confessions of a Lunch Thief by Allie Marini Batts

I’m just like any other kind of criminal. I started small. In kindergarten. My life of crime can be traced back to a [...]
Quartet for Winds and other poems by Aaron Brame

Quartet for Winds I. My mother birthed me in a skyscraper, named me after the largest city known to the world. Made me a [...]