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August 11, 2017 | Poetry

Raft Dress, Refugee

Barbara Rockman

A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration

 

August 7, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Samantha Guss

(The baptism.)

The first time I had sex
my hymen didn’t break
and you missed your bus

We wrote Mary Karr on
the margin of my arm
in pen

I washed around her
then let you lick

August 4, 2017 | Poetry

Holiday Hours

BJ Soloy

The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.

August 3, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Frank Montesonti

In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting. 

July 24, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Brandon Freels

Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.

July 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Vincent Poturica

through the hole in / your Reeboks I contemplate our future.

July 18, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

William Ward Butler

Just This Morning

A New Jersey train derails and crushes the station.
I wake slow, make coffee on the other side of the country;
finish the cup while hundreds are rushed to crowded

July 12, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

A.M. O'Malley

I said to the / ceiling fan / I am here / to break / the sadness.

July 10, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Joseph Grantham

most of the time / i am / bored and warm

July 3, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Kaleigh Spollen

blm land

this belt of the nation feels equally
bible and rust and sun, where
mute billboards offer us
teeth cleaning for pets.
my molars resound
for the dogs,
dumb and deep-eyed,
and they

June 29, 2017 | Poetry

Suggestions for Tinder Experiments We Could Conduct Together 

Tyler Friend

Let’s create fake accounts and try to seduce each other. 

June 23, 2017 | Poetry

Three Haiku

Rose Schechter

I can almost split your face in two.

June 15, 2017 | Poetry

Trigger Warning

Noah Eli Gordon

It’s not the enormity of the half-eaten doughnut. 

June 13, 2017 | Poetry

Thinking Errors

J. Bailey Hutchinson

Because I love in the manner of eating I am sure whatever I take from you will pass.

June 7, 2017 | Poetry

Secondhand Smoke

Martin Ott

The man who bought Hitler’s bed did not have nightmares as a child. 

June 5, 2017 | Poetry

Four Haiku

Maggie Hess

You were the hands

June 1, 2017 | Poetry

Believeland

Jason Koo

Woke up alone today in my own bed
after a solid sleep for the first time

in over three weeks, feeling strange there,
almost rested, but not quite, how big

my bed was around me, how new

May 31, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Lisa Low

I carve horses out of watermelon. I swallow / fish eyes like gum drops. I pray under / neon chandeliers, string chrysanthemum / in my hair. 

May 30, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Ruby Brunton

i think i was an onion in a former life / i think you chopped me / lord how high were we last night

May 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

John Bonanni

Remember the word “party line”? It meant that everyone in your town who wanted to could hear exactly what you were saying. How fucked up is that? Wasn’t that great?

May 24, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Caitlin Scarano

Remember when every stray dog was a love story and the snow that night cleared the crust that had gummed my eyes shut? No, me neither, but fuck it. Let’s get lit one last time. 

May 17, 2017 | Poetry

On those Wednesdays

Katy Kim

 I wish I had that glorified high school / experience— where some boys / are chugging expired strawberry liqueur / and everyone, I mean everyone, / is sprawling on the grasscarpet

May 15, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Leslie Marie Aguilar

When I exhaust all other forms of exploration, / this landscape will deny me at the border; / & I will turn my gaze toward a darkening / sky filled with stars I no longer recognize.

May 11, 2017 | Poetry

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR  

Kristy Bowen

Sometimes I say novels ruined me in the way they ruin all young bookish girls, slowly and tenderly rotting out the light and making room for the sweet dark.

May 5, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Bud Smith

Remember, there’s a light emitting from you and it's not just your cellphone. / The Internet is a scorched wasteland. / But you've walked through worse places / on your way to work.

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