rhymes

The Salt of Our Bodies is the Salt of Our Rhymes and other poems by Steve Passey

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 not like the last one No one has holes in their [...]

January 22, 2017

white sheets and cow milk by Ingrid Solbrig

January 15, 2017

I want to write [a poem] about us but there is no us There is you, far and me, too close. There is you, unknown. I want to [...]
The Happy Light by Cari Scribner

March 19, 2016

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, [...]
Richie by Amy Scharmann

April 1, 2014

Richie usually checked to see if I was awake before he practiced. He liked that I had no knowledge or interest in piano. [...]
The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela

February 13, 2017

The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but [...]
April Sleeps in Velvet by Marie Abate

June 1, 2014

April has a headache. She doesn’t want to take her pills. She remembers last night, the tavern on the other side of town [...]
Sore Spirits and other stories by Ashlie Allen

February 22, 2019

Sore spirits The reservation spirits are sore again. They need our energy. Mom locks the door, useless as it is. We can hear [...]
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 [...]
How to Survive Heartbreak and other poems by Courtney LeBlanc

July 16, 2017

Acknowledge the wrecking ball in your chest, the slow heaving back and forth as it crashes against your heart. Brush your [...]
Quartet for Winds and other poems by Aaron Brame

January 12, 2017

Quartet for Winds I. My mother birthed me in a skyscraper, named me after the largest city known to the world. Made me a [...]
the sun shouts at us in tongues and other poems by William James

January 20, 2017

The sun shouts at us in tongues through the tower window. Calls us by name & we hide ourselves from its gaze. From the [...]
Like Breath, Like Air by Mari Pack

March 3, 2017

Oh, for fuck’s sake when I die, don’t tell them I was full of life say instead, that I was air and that I swept [...]
Stomach language by Ashlie Allen

June 7, 2017

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 [...]