October 5, 2018 | Poetry
Business Trip
Amy Oldfield
Did we go to Boston twice or did all this happen in one trip? I remember two different rooms but we used to change hotels all the time, just to feel like criminals. Once we stayed in an old converted
October 4, 2018 | Poetry
The Poet Debates with his Friend's Mistress, Death
Jason Reed-Mundell
The kettle boiled; I made the tea,
And when I turned around,
I saw she’d set the cups and placed
A third one for the skull.
Debris of a Bygone Era
Stephen Langlois
please believe me
when i tell you this
when i tell you of the high concentration of uranium and thorium
Excerpt From Lalita
Chaya Bhuvaneswar
Lucy seemed to love being shocking.
Three Songs
Hillary Leftwich
I was small and fragile like the antique vases in her parent’s living room, the ones we could lookbutdon’ttouch.
Four Poems
Lotte Mitchell Reford
"Eve Learns to Dominate," "Farmers' Market," "Small-Town Fuck Geometry," and "Religious Art"
A Conversation w/ Shy Watson and Bud Smith
Two writers in conversation.
HALFWAY OUT
Mary Alice Stewart
Ours was a world that devised its own sense.
Absence Of The Queen
Dave Barrett
He was at the sink washing dishes ...
Something I've Owned
Sam Herschel Wein
I was reading today how trees, though not touching directly,
talk to each other...
Moaning
Chris Robinson
Moaning
Moaning
Release Date: March 2, 2018
Label: Sub Pop Records
Length: 33 minutes
When you’re twenty-two you do stupid shit. You go to rock shows and parties. You drink a few Irish Car
In a Shell Station
Corey Oglesby
I like to say I hate it when people say this,
but sometimes it really is what it is...
High School Romance
Marston Hefner
Promise to not assume that this is the one and only truth about my feelings for Liz. I had this recurring dream of me devouring her.
"Talkin' Bout Practice": Quotidian
Alyssa Oursler
I can show you the double-rimmed chain-netted concrete court where I taught myself it was okay to aspire.
Precious Bodies
Gabriella Giambanco
There was still nailpolish on her toes and fingers.
Life, Death, and Thirst in Hogwaller
Rebekah Morgan
I walk around the trailer park that has been dropped on top of a small hill like it’s just bird shit on a windshield. The boy with ‘Mama Tried’ tattooed underneath his eyes and ‘Country Fried’ inscribed above them got shot through the heart in the smallest trailer in Hogwaller.
