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Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself
Julián Martinez
Fuck an infographic — where’s the paper?
Operation: Get Paper to hand out paper,
‘cause all my people needed was their papers.
Three Poems
Mollie Swayne
The Day I Drove to Dubuque (an Hour and Fifteen Minutes One-Way) to Find Out I Had $1.09 Left on a Books-A-Million Gift Card
poetry in real life is January in Iowa,
watching from my
meditation on glass of whiskey as singing bowl
Frank Carellini
i impart resonance on the amber zen
in a manifestation of waterford
and drink down the vacuity to expedite
enlightenment:
a numb tongue and thawing cheek and the ringing reaching
On Penguins in Brooklyn
Ashley D. Escobar
On Penguins in Brooklyn
the protagonist feels like
she’s never leaving,
stuck on a moving walkway
in the middle of cincinnati
international airport
in kentucky,
headphones dangling,
she
Equivalence
Suphil Lee Park
Equivalence
How heartbreaking to find irises tilting
to full bloom in one direction
as if waiting for someone to come
down their path are one symptom
of light’s partiality. A heart
I Want To Thank You
Emily Yin
I WANT TO THANK YOU
for unbottling my aged Mandarin with each 晚安 / for cooking me these sardines / strewn on a
beach of rice, their eyes still intact / I want to thank you / for carrying that
Spring Training
j. taylor bell
i'm in love with the thousand yard stare
deeply towards the worn fold
of the catcher's glove
Myth of Extra Innings
Tim Neil
I pause from scraping frost
off the car, and watch my gray
emissions wisp away
into the chill. I miss strict
seasons, and knowing
what to wear. Last week, it was 72.
When will summer
Balk/Change Up/Intentional Walk/Rehab Assignment/The Off Day
John Walser
Just that instant
when thinking becomes
too much
Nostalgia Sells
Chris Pellizzari
Drive-in movie theater, Merrillville, Indiana, 1989
Field of Dreams on a screen bigger than every building in Merrillville,
my brother and I eating chocolate sundaes from mini Dairy Queen
In a New York Summer
David Ehmcke
Two men smoking cigarettes on Bleecker could mean anything
to each other.
I Laugh at My Great-Grandmother’s Funeral
Josephine Wu
All the time I don’t know what I’ve lost.
Josephine, or Alter Ego
Joseph O. Legaspi
Is this how a woman
Disappears, water-tap and soil
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!