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Ted’s Girlfriend’s Panties by Robin Sinclair
I sometimes find myself wishing to be the type of person that can choose apathy, that self-invincible normal that can sleep off an argument and tongue a lover’s mouth in the morning. I see myself, like...
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Hard-Assed by Garrett Phelan
“I know how sensitive you are under that cool, snide, hard-assed exterior.” Give someone an image of yourself and you could be trapped in it for ever. Sometimes I’m sick of my own poses. I want to put...
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Grape Hour, Woman of Parking Lot by Jessica Van de Kemp
The hood of the car thunders as you climb up. This kind of sex we have where we find the Big Dipper but don’t touch. Grape hour, woman of parking lot, I could tell you anything now and you’d be stuck....
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I’m on an Adventure or I’m on the Poop Deck by Alex L. Swartzentruber
I’m on a journey to the heart of myself. I’m on a voyage into the funk and goo of life. I’m on a treasure hunt for wild jewels of experience. I found a big ruby yesterday and a pirates skull with gold...
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The Elusive Mermaid by Lana Bella
Secrets in their tiny boxes, dreams sleep in glass, occasionally you fish them out to swim among the ordinary stones, hoping to catch a glance of her floating hair and beryl-colored scaled fins. Before...
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September by Ramesh Dohan
The sun is as resolute as a bookmark, or a dog-eared page, dictating: here, the remembrance, and here, the fear. How can I say it? All morning I observe trees unravelling through the kitchen window,...
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2 Poems by Adam Ward
For Cameron I don’t need a time machine to lean on the scorched rail between me, and the concrete that would cushion my fall. Surrounded by luminous men under snare-drum helmets, the sun wouldn’t thaw...
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Alexandria by Jason Sears
Pressed together on the fire escape we forget the hour, we curl smoke skyward into vague symbols of return like dog-eared pages. We wake up late, bend our spines backwards, underline the utterances...
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Building Nerve by Ashley Hutson
Waking up late ugly and scattershot, the morning gone, thank God. Outside it is beautiful. Isn’t it beautiful, someone would say as they entered a storefront, the stock boy muttering swears in the back...
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Mystical/Mythical by Sophia Hu
Two mermaids, slow dancing at the bottom of the sea, the waves murmuring words worthless until you spoke them, glaciers yielding to the ocean, cracking like brittle glass and shells collected in cupped...
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2 Poems by Josiah Rosell
Elegy for Waiting Which Pays No Wages and Unlike Games There Is No Winning 1. I only perform dances in parody. Encountering calisthenics, I gyrate to an erratic rhythm, a robot marching band. The...
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Crowning by Jasmine Vaughn
Crowning is a royally painful gesture, the paper cut to endure while unwrapping the gift of life. I. Still When you erupted from me the air rationed as I waited for my labored screams to meet your...
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Mania, You Are a One Night Stand and You Never Leave Your Number by Aleph...
You write letters to famous authors about tea and you wish you could keep this. This inherent beauty of fingerprints on windows. This red balloon. But in the morning it is a deal you never made with...
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Finality by Jessica Lawrence
The clutches of matter in pocketbooks, in dust on the moon, in the river beside us, and in arcs of electricity all group and cling to wasted moments when we stared into nothing. There are still dangers...
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As It So Happens by Bruce McRae
“The blood-soaked soil of history,” I muttered to the waiter. Who nodded very slightly, ensuring a generous gratuity. “Some metaphysical pizzazz,” I whispered under my breath to the cashier, pocketing...
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2 Poems by Ashlie Allen
Specter Posture I saw you shimmering in the celery seeds I was jealous of your glitter Sighing and tripping on purpose, I blame my shadow for my ugliness You always said I was too shy to be gorgeous I...
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The Transit Hours by Tennae Maki
The day’s hours were low and few. The bus trucked through the wind blown streets as if it were a wounded woodland animal, worn and weary. It took to the curbs like a hand would a rail. There hadn’t...
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At Least, a Long Winter by Kayla Wheeler
There are days I can waltz through a checkout line and say hello, I would like to buy this thing you are selling. Most days I unravel under fluorescent lights & the unknowns of expiration, like how...
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2 Poems by Betsy Burke
Postcard: From My Side of the Pond, to Yours There are cold bones outside my window, twitching in the grey sky, like an unsettled sleep; they never snap. I think I’ll finally lose my grip and do it...
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2 Poems by Morgan Bausman
Szamanka A year passed without you, my love, the alabaster harlot of Citrus County. Convinced God was visible in everything around me, I cleaned my room with the spastic fury of a young borderline. I...
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