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Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in trailers [...]

January 30, 2017

The Last Guest and other poems by Olivia Mardwig

May 11, 2017

It was for a birthday- around a table, flutes of wine and smoke. Laid out- dishes of shifting water for the ash, tapped into [...]
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 [...]
Later now, but and other poems by Ed Higgins

June 13, 2017

I can still remember how we kissed then the buzz of bees in our head. Or was it the Zinfandel we had with Reuben sandwiches [...]
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 [...]
four dog track poems by B.R. Yeager

August 1, 2015

Milky Way I was too high and the customers could tell. Negating the cold water rubbed into my eye sockets. “Having fun, [...]
I am my own planet by Meg Johnson

March 22, 2019

I don’t suffer from night terrors, but if I ever do, I hope I scream out, Neely O’Hara! I could scream this out while [...]
My Empty Stomach by Ashlie Allen

September 2, 2016

I am too dizzy to eat, though the lemon cake smells good. She made it for me because she knows I am sad. We will argue when [...]
First Time In Paradise? by Gary Berg

December 1, 2014

It was still dark when he pulled out of the truck stop and headed up Highway 99 to Chico, a toothpick out the side of his [...]
The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

October 23, 2017

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn [...]
Prosperity and other poems by Anna Keeler

February 11, 2017

Second wave feminism and a Sexual revolution Too forward to Keep buried in your pants. You learn what it’s like to have To [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]