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When cleaning out the closet I find your needles by Suzanne Richardson

Next to a photo album, a shoebox full of mixtapes, a lock of my hair— is your portal glowing like a neon in a liquor store window: OPEN the metal blinks. The door to your [...]

April 1, 2015

the day i stopped being a black hole and other poems by Linda M. Crate

March 7, 2017

“i bet you don’t remember me,” he said, flashing me a devil may cry smirk and eyes full of talons; i was a [...]
Make Believe by Tom Pescatore

June 1, 2014

Did this happen yester- day or were you standing outside my window under the cool rain of primitive stars of all those years [...]
Green Light by Lauren Jonik

April 1, 2014

“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.” The familiar recording echoed throughout the subway car. As if on cue, the [...]
Two Poems by Betsy Martin

September 2, 2016

The Biosphere This storm is strange for Tucson, the frigid rain sprayed down the way the gardener hoses bird excrement from [...]
In Which All of My White Ex-Boyfriends Simultaneously Run For President by Khaya Osbourne

May 29, 2017

the careless whisper, soft pair of lips, hushed ‘i love you’ that you threw into the night comes back to your [...]
please leave a message and other poems by katie lewington

March 27, 2017

the echo of a call rings on voicemail left undeleted repeated until the words are a mantra in your head have to let go but [...]
I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva

August 7, 2017

Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket [...]
At Least by Jennifer Saunders

November 1, 2015

The pills that stop the crazy kill the words No mania, no voice An empty shell exterior A med muddled mind existing until [...]
and when i by Alison Leigh Znamierowski

May 29, 2016

when you left in summer i watched moonlight fall squarely onto your pillow where your full-moon shoulder once waxed and [...]
A Series of Controlled Explosions By David Haight

April 1, 2015

Evelyn sat at the kitchen table the tiny hands of her tiny body wrapped in supplication around her coffee cup and never once [...]
Two Poems by Michelle Brooks

November 1, 2015

Three Mile Island at Night I am waiting for the disaster of my life to reveal itself. All the elements are present for an [...]
Self Portrait with Sweet Red Wine by Mica Evans

November 1, 2015

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 [...]

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