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Lightwood by Steph Post

There was no one to greet Judah Cannon when he got out of Starke, so he just started walking. The sky was gray, the air stagnant, the thick Florida heat already oppressive [...]

May 1, 2017

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 spindly, backward bending legs eye us in with [...]

June 1, 2015

Three Poems by Sloane Eliot Mariem

Heresy for the Nonbeliever / Mistaking Real Things for Shadows No refuge here, not with you no room for my veiled language [...]
Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis

Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another [...]
Poetry Quintet by Jessica Mehta

Ma’am, I Am Tonight Rare are the great moments recognized in the making. That night in Nashville, the rooftop, the five of [...]
The Season Finale by Carly Berg

George, I realized as we turned onto our street, had ruined my life. His eagerness to play big provider made it too easy to just be a mother. Our daughter barely looked up from chatting with her new dorm mates when I waved good-bye. Now I was nothing. <a href=""> Read More... [...]
No One Sees Until They’re Dead by Mary Julia Klimenko

Take me back to Italy where you threw my suitcase out of the third story window at midnight, and I screamed, “Fuck you.” [...]
Killing My Grandmother’s Grandaughter and other poems by Kanika Lawton

I think my body will always be an euphemism for apology, always too tall or too short or too wide or too thin. My hips [...]
Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s [...]
Four Poems by Justin Hyde

after your best friend’s wedding we stood naked in front of the hotel mirror arms behind each other’s backs marveling at [...]
The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela

The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but [...]
Psalm by Mark Tretin

PSALM The stammer of the crow is me. The stilted stream is me. The stinkweed fouling the roots of the sycamore is me. So [...]
FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right [...]
South to Savannah by Chris Campanioni

The sun came through the dashboard and died under another overpass, air as thick as dreams, wanting as you might sometimes [...]