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Uranium Glass by Sheila Arndt
Fat red roses bloomed out of the blue. I picked them so they could die in a jadite glass bottle. Thorns snagged and made great red gouges in my pink forearms. Fat red drops danced the polka On the...
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2 Poems by Alexandra Weiss
Where I’ll Take You When You Come to Town our scratch marks glow under moonlight like the penguin lamp on your bedside table among the crumbling rocks flowers on a grave eroded terraces bridle a...
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2 Poems by Steve Klepetar
The Shadow House “I want to live in the certainty of apocalypse, the integral promise of phantom brick” – Dana Curtis Tonight the bricks glow as moonlight trickles down through oaks and the roof sways...
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Everyone, No One, and The T.V. by Tyler Gates
I wobble against the pale oak, listening intently to the distant skips of our rocket eyed children bouncing against concrete waves. What horror often awaits us between such mourning moments. An...
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Sunny Feet War Chant by Roo Bardookie
Drums please, ipu, ipu, war chant from Hawaiian ancestors Fuck you, My feet want a suntan Fuck off, my soul was dead Fuck you, My feet need the sunshine Fuck off, you fill me with dread “fuck_you”...
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Seasonal Affective Disorder by K Weber
I have not yet felt winter in my bones. The radiator spits in fuss. The window frosts then hiccups. The sun is tiny, golden but it’s quickly falling into my lap. My January skin melted yesterday. I...
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Mugged by the Muse by Hallie Moore
Her bright urgency spills through me, showers my back, I glance over at her smudged wings, her slutty Helena Bonham Carter look tangled hair, smears of black shadow ringing her eyes. She smells like...
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2 Poems by Scott Wordsman
To My Bald(ing) Spot Receding there, where once such bloom. Ball- erina, starving martyr of third-world-body envying artists: is this what thinner is? Sun, keep me honest— always keep my cue ball...
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Poor Richard by Timothy Rodriguez
Go quick, don’t see, get on the gone, Run from the quiet between echoes. Richard, all that you’ve lost During glittering walks Cheats up on you as a shadow. Shutting off the fortune found In weeping...
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2 Poems by Alain Ginsberg
A Mouth, A Wound, A Word Tell me to fall in love with the West, that this is the time for my arms to become Pelican-mouth open—I still eat fish, and I still know all of the ways a thing can be gutted....
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Uranium Glass by Sheila Arndt
Fat red roses bloomed out of the blue. I picked them so they could die in a jadite glass bottle. Thorns snagged and made great red gouges in my pink forearms. Fat red drops danced the polka On the...
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2 Poems by Alexandra Weiss
Where I’ll Take You When You Come to Town our scratch marks glow under moonlight like the penguin lamp on your bedside table among the crumbling rocks flowers on a grave eroded terraces bridle a...
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2 Poems by Steve Klepetar
The Shadow House “I want to live in the certainty of apocalypse, the integral promise of phantom brick” – Dana Curtis Tonight the bricks glow as moonlight trickles down through oaks and the roof sways...
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3 Poems by James Rudolph
Returning to the Midwest From Key West Rooms of refrigerated faces judge my return the cold slowing expression save the small downturn of disapproving mouths rows of cauliflower heads orderly, white...
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Black Leather Jacket by Antonio Hopson
Crumpled in the corner of the dumpster, I found you there Languishing in a heap, Dark and soft, supple and shiny. I’d put you there quite by accident, I think. One never knows, with love. But a coward...
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Aging With the Solar System by Marlena Chertock
I would not even be born yet on Pluto. I’m still in my mother’s womb. It’s the 18th century there, while on Earth we’re sped up to a technologic 2016. On Jupiter, I’m in my terrible twos, snatching...
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Babe in the Night by Tom Pescatore
the straight blue line in the night, I remember, the fall, stiff metal, sagging skin, weakened bones, a voice in the cold shadows come through the chill, a body a heap of faded memory, a fogged addled...
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Deadline by J.L. Courtney
I met him on the stairs — a scribble of grandkids in wrinkles cornered crinkles catalogue sniggles, smirks a mistress litany I met him on the stairs — his march of decades passed without grief I...
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3 Poems by Bridget O’Bernstein
If Only the Song Went Caravaggio dead on the beach, having fled the law. Curled up in the white sand, his skin the color of a peach Kicked into the street. You know any room I’m in Can become haunted...
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2 Poems by Louise Robertson
Time I shave it off from work, spend it right on the spot. Sometimes a coworker startles me in the act, when I’m huddled over it, stuffing it into my shirt. I sneak it back after hours, like dropping...
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