"The Period from November Until January", "On Beginning to Feel It" &...by Brendan Constantine
The period from November until January poem for Maria Berry is deer season. which means. it’s time. to dress up. as buildings and hide...
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- Oct 20, 2022
- 2 min
“the jayhawk plateau” by w v sutra
the deadly mixture of green and black bile swamped the poor ailing liver in dark humours doing the damage bringing fear and death it was...
- Oct 20, 2022
- 3 min
"Juncture", "Inheritance", & "Airplane" by Frances Boyle
Juncture Paper napkins over water glasses, scarf-draped lamp hey presto flourish, quick wrist-reveal: a cage of birds that start to sing...
- Oct 20, 2022
- 1 min
“My Love is Like a Little Blue Lada” & “Three Stones” by Ryan Keating
My Love Is Like A Little Blue Lada My love is like a little blue Lada packed to the ceiling with melons pressed against the windows and...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 1 min
“Isn't It Only Stone?” by Alex Vartan Gubbins
Clouds surround Aragats peaks as we ride in a shared taxi to Gyumri. She watches the grays slither rock to rock, plume like apricots,...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 2 min
“Unheard Message” by Christine Barkley
Downtown I found a handwritten sign: Have You Been Having Unusual Dreams? There was a number to call. That was all. I think I saw it...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 2 min
"I Only Want Him When He Smells Like Whiskey & Camels"...by Kait Quinn
I ONLY WANT HIM WHEN HE SMELLS LIKE WHISKEY & CAMELS When he's just steel plucked new calluses into his fingers. I want to jar every...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 2 min
"Fuckin Sunshowers", "Peanuts", & "Eatin From Grandma's Purple Hands" by Adam Van Winkle
FUCKIN SUNSHOWERS We were drinkin beers And eatin five-buck rib half-racks At the bar down the street Paddy Mack’s in Chicago Our...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 1 min
"South Florida" by Leigh Chadwick
The morning rises every morning. I dream my head bleeding. I don’t know why. When I wake up, I dress my eyes in Gucci and coat my throat...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 1 min
"Sea Legs" by Todd Matson
You wanted to be top dog. Now you’re in over your head. You feel like you’re herding cats. All those blind spots can be a bitch. The...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 1 min
"Facetime" by Áine Rose
I was preparing for talk about the weather, small town updates, I miss you too’s while following ghosts around grey-clad slabs of...
- Oct 17, 2022
- 1 min
"Nevermore" by Cherry Earnshaw
The cut lines my wrist like a port-wine stain; turning into bluets with the warring sun. The kitchen tile clings to my skin with the...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 2 min
"1972" & "Poem about my concrete apartment building facing the one..." by Brian Baker
1972 Did you know that in the summer of 1972 I ran the merry-go-round in Springbank Park and am really not too sure how I did not run it...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 1 min
"three blocks", "the first day of june (2022)", & "bones" by Morgan St Laurent
three blocks I said I wanted to get away So you drove me Right into The lake You said we could go camping But we never did So I wrote 100...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 1 min
“The Maggot on Maple Street” by Courtenay Schembri Gray
Shaken from my sleep by yellow taxi dreams; toothpaste is my cork, stopping the wine from sloshing around the great caboose that is I,...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 2 min
“Traces” & “Moments” by David J. Kennedy
Traces The moon is a burnt orange goddess traversing the quay. Beads of rain arrive as shooting stars down a misty window on the...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 1 min
“In My Next Life” by Anne Perez
I want to be a person who calls to the ocean Howls at it, really And hears a roar in response A crest, an invitation to dive into a...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 2 min
“Photocopy” by RJ Danvers
When I think of you I am afraid I think of you Kinder than you were. What about you did I invent? Remembering you wrong feels like some...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 1 min
"Chicken Plant", "Grief", & "Mama’s Rug Is An Elegy I Cannot Write" by Chella Courington
Chicken Plant The line chief brags of smelling girls on the rag Thursday he says he dreams of eating me I don’t tell him my dream— hooks...
- Oct 2, 2022
- 1 min
"Nocturne" by Karen Pierce Gonzalez
I pose, arms in the air, hands haloing the moon. You draw star maps on my body unlike the charts you sketch in your closet: red crater...
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