June 30, 2022 | Poetry
may God make me as useful as one of those Crown Royal bags.
Michael J Pagán
according to my mother, men
are just thieves rifling through another’s calm...
Word Problems: Asynchronous Learning'/'Downhill
Laura Bandy
You can never return to the track. A hard truth, heaven knows, but heed me— delay the wreck
and coma. Take a longer backwards way and savor that last downhill run, the final door to close.
Home Ghazal (Alvin Says, It Is What We Love That Gives Us Our Names)
Topaz Winters
...she told me she had lived in Singapore
too long to call it home anymore. She hated her name so together we made
her a new one, & like this she finally belonged to herself.
My Abortion Poems
Elizabeth Ellen
Remember when Lena Dunham said
She wished she’d had an abortion?
A Brief History of an Extinction
Amanda-Gaye Smith
I will feel like a bad country cover of a Kate Bush song.
Stir It Up: Chloe N. Clark talks about John Wick, cheese, and her new poetry collection EVERY SONG A VENGEANCE
Hannah Grieco
Chloe N. Clark is a writer, teacher, editor, and frequent Twitter chef. (See here.) I’ve taken a ton of her poetry and prose workshops, and been lucky enough to have published two stories in the
Love by Blackberry Wireless Device
Veena
> One of my favorite reading experiences was a book called "The Silent
> Woman" by the journalist Janet Malcolm; it was about the biographical
> treatments of Sylvia Plath and the impossibility of biography in general.
Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire
Sam Berman
She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?
Love and Other Chemical Stimulants: Rebecca van Laer interviewed by Kate Axelrod
Kate Axelrod
Hobart and HAD contributor Rebecca van Laer's debut novella How to Adjust to the Dark (Long Day Press, April 12) weaves together poetry, fiction, and criticism to follow the narrator Charlotte as she
America's Baby
Alex Juffer
“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”
Down on the Magic Valley
Brian Allen Carr
I started working on an essay about Fernando A. Flores’s Valleyesque in early May. Time got away from me—as time often does—and while I was working on the piece, the Uvalde school shooting
It was all so poetic, Ma, the way we loved.
H. K. Agustin
The stench of my high school ID lanyard hung around my neck like a noose for the rest of the school year, reminding me of my capacity for self-destruction.
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.
The Case Against Sunsets
M.A. Boswell
Who could trust those colors? Smears of scarlet molting into pert lavender.
Maybe Then I'll Be Cured: An Interview with Graham Irvin
Crow Jonah Norlander
You might be reluctant to try liver mush. You might think it’s not for me. But you are at a party, and you’ve been cornered by a stranger, and there’s nobody else there you really want to talk to, and
Love Bugs
Brianna Avenia-Tapper
Not long after the bugs started crawling out of my sink, the diamond on my engagement ring fell off.
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
The Swimsuit
Matthew Feasley
When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.
Jim
Jason Hardung
If a middle-aged man sobs in a dark room and nobody is around to hear it, does anyone say, “It’s just a cat. Get over it?”