"The Place I Call Home" & "Is The Blood Drained Enough This Time?" by Megha Sood
The Place I Call Home An Ode to jersey City, New Jersey ,my home for more than 15 years I'm from the most diverse city in the nation, a...
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- May 28
- 1 min
"La Pacana" by Lori Ibarra
Taproots thrust and dive, trusting in their feeders' thirst no, tata never touched me like that (tiny girl, you still left me with him)...
- May 28
- 1 min
"How to Paint A Wound" by Adesiyan Oluwapelumi
Boys like me make art of our misery, our fingers fiddling on the canvas of worries. We box into silence, our body swallowing every pinch...
- May 28
- 2 min
"we them people" by Kevin Powell
dream on dreamer the way Alvin Ailey and Maya Angelou and George Floyd and Breonna Taylor dreamed of southern-baked pilgrims dancing and...
- May 13
- 1 min
"For Ukraine" by Kevin Powell
You can taste the starved love Rubbing the sleepy genocide eyes Of tiny children With history pinned inside Their orphaned clothes They...
- May 13
- 1 min
"Came Calling" by J.S. Doherty
One night while we slept Dreaming of forests And inhabited attics And circuses Impossible spaces Tilting platforms Sad, beautiful...
- May 13
- 1 min
"Leaving a daughter in another country after the end of a long estrangement" by Grant Shimmin
As I heft the suitcase onto the station’s tarmac The rivers of her tears are pooling in the corners of my eyes Grant Shimmin is a South...
- May 13
- 2 min
"Three Poems About Water" by KJ Shepherd
not quite It’s not snowing, but it’s not not snowing either. Up by the Georgia border, we’d call anything wet and white “snow,” but out...
- May 13
- 1 min
"Orbiting Bodies" by Ramona Gore
Maybe we’re satellites Sending signals to each other But never touching Ramona Gore is currently a Cinema and History major at Binghamton...
- May 13
- 1 min
"Before Carnival" by Pamela Richardson
~Venice, February 2002 Empty-eyed, paper-mache bird heads stare through windows, hang with beaks turned down toward the street. Red,...
- May 13
- 1 min
"Fast Fashion Assumptions about Plus-Size Women" by Justine Defever
Neon t-shirt of Tweety Bird scowling Does it look like I care? because you don’t spare anyone’s feelings. Sheer leopard print blouses...
- May 13
- 1 min
"Present" by Kelli Simpson
There is too much. There is not enough. If there is an in-between, I don't possess the scale to calibrate that balance. I am what I own,...
- May 13
- 3 min
"Dear Dead Brother #5" by Noah Cicero
Dear Dead Brother #5 (Passed on June 16, 2004) Last night, my partner and her dog slept on me The closer I get to real love Livelier...
- May 13
- 1 min
"cry fowl" & "prodigal ghosts" by J. R. Wilkerson
cry fowl yard fowl flee the sight to cower lest they perish from the hawks in flight tumbling down as they cherish prodigal ghosts it was...
- May 13
- 2 min
"The Dream Is Over pt. I", "A Life" & "Songs For The New War" by Scott Laudati
The Dream Is Over pt. I It was all good once. Football games on Friday nights and maybe second base under the bleachers before the last...
- Apr 30
- 2 min
"We received a King Cake at the office..." & "The Soundtrack…" by Nolcha Fox & Ken Tomaro
We received a King Cake at the office the other day Part coffee cake, part cinnamon roll Bathed in an icing of yellow, green and purple A...
- Apr 30
- 2 min
"The Mall of Men" & "Extra Marital" by Sanket Mhatre
THE MALL OF MEN She chooses men the same way you’d pick a detergent bar or a cereal box at a hyperstore Carefully; after looking at the...
- Apr 30
- 2 min
"Shoveling Out" & "Cemetery Mower" by Seth Copeland
Shoveling Out Dust haloed, scratcheyed, kneedeep in grain, we shovel toward the buried shriek of the auger. Our masks press sharply into...
- Apr 30
- 1 min
"laughed at by the gods" by Aaliyah Anderson
yes, i’m the heat of a promise of snow. my friends think i’m a Vegetarian, so i lie and say i am. if only i could have black sunglasses,...
- Apr 30
- 5 min
"Love Poem to Myself, Number Five", "The Kind of Woman I’d Write Poems About"… by Robin Kinzer
Love Poem to Myself, Number Five Forty-two. That’s how old you are when you finally put down the knife aimed at your own chest. That’s...
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