As I was leaving her apartment one afternoon, she took me by the hand and led me around her building to the garage. Showed me the...

Language falls from the sky, As my eyes, fleshly opened, After two days Drinking straight, Lungs full of the black weeds of time,...

I still want you, moon after Brenda Shaughnessy I read righteous rage of a poet telling you to fuck off calling out all the ways you...

Let it ride He has always been relentless when it comes to the chase. As a boy tossing coins for sweets, luck was his sugary hit. All the...

a drum a drum and bass and bass and bass deep reverb echoes off my face my cranium thin vibrating party walls I knew this...

The world courses on arhythmic heartbeats, now too fast, now too slow-- vulture-winged clouds swoop, then fly, circling just beyond...

to stand still and yearn to go you sit in silence, ground moving beneath the soles of your shoes, beneath the tracks; cities rushing by,...

Poem for People Who Say They Don’t Pray This is a poem for those who say they don’t pray. Poem is a prayer. If you write, you pray. I...

My cousin, the know-it-all procrastinator, Would rather host barbecues in his backyard Than sit at the shop his father bleeds his pension...

CW: vomiting The seat on window view was left empty by a man, coeval as me, moved to the middle row and kissed a woman who sat alone. I...

I want to lie with you on a hotel mattress and listen to a turntable play Sweetheart of the Rodeo. You should hear this country music,...

A note from the publisher: our web server is terrible, and the formatting of Beth's first poem, "Inadequacy". is very important. It...

It reminds me of telling someone they'll always be something, until they die- the old road wrinkled with cracks, while the new highway...

Promise I bring you almonds and apricots, fresh dates and country oranges. You have stitched your name in the very world around me, I see...

Pump Station The sound of the clock Becomes the sound of the water This fluid moves like Color through the brain This hour’s cruel and...

Summer Bonfire The smell of wood smoke pops the air, Engulfing the late summer evening in bursts. I watch the sparks of fire soaring,...

All four windows down, burlap mullet in the wind. Sun-sweat glimmering across your paperback skin. Face like motel heaven, lips a bright...

Ode to Rosalind Franklin I have three letters D, N and A I believe in them but there is more than flat symbol acronyms and chemicals...

Flight delayed. Just kidding I’m at the Marriott. There is this dad who looks like Cat Stevens with AUD who has two teenage sons and the...

The Unfilled Branch My father tells me that there was an Indigenous woman who married into my family back when my family was divided...