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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 steering wheel, floor boards rattling with bottles as [...]

February 1, 2015

Three Poems by Molly Kelley

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 [...]
Duct-Taped Wedding Bells by Grace Montgomery

I haven’t told you I’ve been sleeping on the floor the past six nights in a row. It’s probably because three pages of [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

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 [...]
How to Explain to Your Ex Why Their X-Ray’s Your Desktop by Margaryta Golovchenko

Her mother named her White Dahlia, the consequence of unplanned pregnancy while studying forensics. Or so she told the boy [...]
Splintered Love and other poems by J. B Stone

Our love used to be this cozy little cabin Secluded from the irrational drama The world throws at others Our love wasn’t [...]
Flesh and Blood by Stuart Snelson

They would only be staying one night, of that he had been assured. He didn’t begrudge them their visit, at such short [...]
The wine label as poetry, 1 by Lindsey Thäden

CHIM CHIM CHAROO-VINEYARDS Gold Label Reserve Chom Chomerlot MAHASKA COUNTY 2015 A drop of our Dutch vintner’s robust [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

Tightly Packed Sardines Forget the niceties And note the following: While you are tightly packed Like sardines in a can, [...]
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 [...]
Champ by Steph Post

We go down to the water to find him. Black crabs scurry up trees like rioters dispersed and needle-beaked birds balancing on [...]
A Blossoming Storm Shades Reality and Insomniac Act by Alexis Bates & Logan February

Some physical existence & the yearning, always. Sky, jaw-wide, hurtling fictions to the ground. Witness this descent in [...]
Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans

I blot my lipstick in all the wrong places like on the lining of my goodwill purse my jacket sleeve the window on the back [...]