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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

Prodigal by Michele Madigan Somerville

September 2, 2016

When the clock strikes, the masks are delivered. I pause in a doorway, a shade, a champagne glass in my hand. Station stop: [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Make Me Think Twice by Matthew J. Hall

June 1, 2014

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 [...]
Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

September 11, 2017

Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed [...]
The Emperor Has No Balls by Lindsey Thaden

March 30, 2017

After INDECLINE’s multicity American art installation featuring a naked Donald Trump August 2016 written in [...]
Knock Wood by Shae Krispinsky

December 1, 2014

I met Valerie when I was working on her parent’s house. It was me and Jack and the other guys on our team swinging [...]
The Unmaking of a Savior and other poems by Khaya Osborne

October 23, 2017

i am an unsovereign, yet abandoned nation. my capitols have all their own names but look the same: faceless, skin thin as [...]
Chalk outlines of a future self by Jay Sizemore

June 1, 2015

I will leave the water running while I brush my teeth, because it soothes me. Being wasteful can be soothing. I wonder if [...]
Mind Herbs by Ashlie Allen

January 16, 2017

He brought me herbs, though I was not sick in the body. No one could see where the illness lived except him. First, he [...]
Dying to Leave by Ashlie Allen

February 1, 2015

I made sure everyone was asleep before I tried again. I had nothing to carry just the weight of uncertainty. No one knew how [...]
Familiar Stranger by Eva-Marie Sher

September 2, 2016

The crow on the horizon you see in the eyes of the Trappist… from The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You by Frank [...]

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