*Buries Face in Words* by Ana Božičević
At first I thought these were regular birds. Then I looked closer, and— Spurious Divinity delivery systems In the veldt w/out God Where his avatar remains, The Most fought over girl on earth— omfg...
View ArticleWait for It, by Liz Axelrod
The grass is brighter with the window closed. Cicadas didn’t come this year. Their singing didn’t wake stray cats, raccoons and starlings. Food and sweet song buried still just south of ground....
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The Dark Will End the Dark, by Darrin Doyle, Reviewed by Phillip Mandel
There are few things more spectacular for a book reviewer than receiving a book by an author with whom you are unfamiliar, and subsequently being blown away by the contents therein. This was my happy...
View ArticleDesire, by Anna Rose Welch
This is how it is: the smallest body wracked with song. Being broken is the only way to escape a voice. Picture a stained glass window shattering to let loose hymns. I’ve never had the courage to...
View ArticleMaybe Perversity is the Maturity of Thinking, by Ana Božičević
I meet a Tree in the middle of the sTreet and asked What are you doing here. I encountered a verdurous plant At the center of an intersection And wondered loudly at its location. Death, where is...
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Plaster the World in Poetry Circuses
In the best way possible, Nicelle Nicelle is out of her damn mind. She’s our favorite kind of lunatic: a starry-eyed madwoman whose perfectly warped mind cranks out brilliant-but-insane ideas on a...
View ArticleDispatches From the West, by Ana Božičević
An eye Needled in an experiment Turns into reptile eye Then a planet Every day I’m less human Is that because the older I get I get more like the stars I’m made of I fired my bodyguards I’m old enough...
View ArticleFairy Tale, by Anna Rose Welch
He didn’t return like a good man or a murder of crows, ecstatic over your ruins. In your lap is a hammer to rid yourself of his tongue, its left-behind weight commanding make your own words out of...
View ArticleExhibition, by Anna Rose Welch
I came to you topless, which is still the best way a woman proves to a man she’s a woman. I came to you like Venus discovering Adonis on that rock in the woods where he dreamt of killing; like King...
View ArticleSonata, by Ana Božičević
>>>> It feels like I’ve been at this party forever. >>> If a ghost had moods then these >>> Would be it. Why so ghost? >>> Childish, Sulking & pranking–...
View ArticleDear Rusted Leg Braces, by Ryan Bollenbach
On your behalf, skin has met the biting corners of rocks, and on your behalf, splits on meaty pink lips. The bones need mending, dependent on that which is owned; I have revoked you; I am no longer...
View ArticleConsolation, by Cynthia Arrieu-King
We’ve had such a nice trip. The sun is shining. And just like that I could move to Chernobyl where there are no mosquitoes. It’s the sweet meat of the year barely into May’s weeks. The sound of my...
View ArticleNow That I’ve Exploded, by John Mortara
it’s like the firetrucks / actually sound like they’re celebrating / it’s like / the highway / at a distance / sounds like people cheering / like they’re at a concert in honor of me / the queen of...
View ArticlePrecisely Because, by Matthew Cooperman
Everything waits. To be noticed. A word. Latinos Grill. Passable shoulder. Family dollar. Stoicism especially. Certain shoes. The best of it mistakable. Chinese stamp. Mirrored promenade. A habitable...
View ArticleNever Says #1, by M.G. Martin
Open the sun and say good Night. The kisses are liars The bottom is getting deeper And the ocean is made of waltz. Guilt is the color of my skin Is something a ghost never Says. Sometimes I pass...
View ArticleDear Pink Gum Wrapper, by Ryan Bollenbach
You are the sum of what you are and what you are not. Utility in sixty three years. What changes. In sixty three years, gums are less pink. I am still standing by the red corners of the red bricks of...
View ArticleNever Says #2, by M.G. Martin
Because I am throwing light Against the night with my skin. Because I am making love to the morning in the morning. Because my tongue is made of opera And gold and my darkness is fancy. I am eating my...
View ArticleFix, by Cynthia Arrieu-King
The restaurants crammed at every hour with well-groomed people eating London broil. The sheen on their hair. Unbreakable glass. You can hear the asteroid coming. The water lead-filled. The air too hot....
View ArticleThat One Circumstance, by Peter Davis
That one circumstance was so uncomfortable, so unexpected and unimagined that I felt like that circumstance was one I really hadn’t planned on. Certainly not at that moment. The way it unfolded was...
View ArticleNever Says #3, by M.G. Martin
The rains are being themselves And I am incomplete again. All of my dreams are made of alligator skin because fire. Unfortunately, sometimes, never again, But fuck a favorite, it’s all just color....
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