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Poetry, Volume XLately I’ve Been Running Out of Words for Falling
Phoenicopteridae Urbana, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack lately, i’ve been meeting my supposed-to-be-stranger on city streets, looking for him on the edges of days and finding him in familiar hallways. but when…
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Poetry, Volume XThe Land We Lived On
My Happy Place, Makeda Wells We lived on a patch of infertile land, a place where they tried to…
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Poetry, Volume XDream Girl
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Mania tastes like a Monster Smells like cigarette butts Bleach gasoline And gripping the clutch Infidelity shows up too Grows in Tindr swipes right Purging sweating…
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Poetry, Volume XDaddy Issues
Whispers, Emily Bryn Sylvia Plath would call me a spic. In the light my eyebrows almost pass for a Spaniard’s. In the darkness, Pablo Neruda would call me a gringa. What…
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Poetry, Volume XSearch History
Pink Creek, Louise Rossiter s stages of sleep stages of grief symptoms narcissism symptoms hypochondria symptoms cancer stomach ache small tits states where you can buy fireworks states where you…
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Poetry, Volume IXPrecarious Weather
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson The day I call the day my hair fell out, no hair actually fell out. Several bouquets simply gave with a small tug, and slipped…
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Poetry, Volume IXRefrigerator Door
Dancer, Rose Horell and I can’t stop thinking about how I’ve gotten so used to doing everything alone. so when I reached into the fridge for a dozen eggs for the…
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Poetry, Volume IXABC Haibun
Gas Station, Oscar Zenteno I was born in the room where my mother ate her first hamburger, the room where my father sat at her bedside, licking every crumb off …
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Poetry, Volume IXThe Nature of Time
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt It rises And falls Like breath Between whispers It twists Turns upon itself forever always will it swallow itself moment gorging on moment A…
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Poetry, Volume IXcomplex / complexion / complexity
Opulent, Taharah Islam embodied stories pass me on the sidewalk & my head is a balloon / floating above / but I still cannot see through skulls to the thoughts &…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe Pufferfish Limerick
Demonology, Jack Hoye There once was a man from Nantucket Who ate a pufferfish straight from a bucket. He said with a grin As he wiped off his chin, “The tetrodotoxin…
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Poetry, Volume IXWild, Rough Blue
Haku, Anna Hiltner My sister and I grew up between golden hills that glared against the rough blue sky of Tahoe country. Mom and Dad sat us down in a…
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Poetry, Volume IXRaspberry Vapor
Fever Dream, Emily Lawson I met a woman early August,across her skin I felt tearful years.It was written on her stomach and thighs. A burning wish fired from her own tongue: …
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Poetry, Volume IXCorona and Therapy
Dusk in the City of Angels, AJ Favorito i step into a massage chair designated for patients one man is distant enough we stare into each other as plastic balls…
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Poetry, Volume IXwhile a professor pores over the enlightenment
Cotton Candy Woman, Kiara Florez funny, isn’t it that Eve bit into knowledge and all of my citations slither their way back to sons of Adam funny, isn’t it that…
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Poetry, Volume IX
The First Philosopher
Dorothy, Ciera Land novel is new, but The Novel is not. Poesis. Poesie? Poetry! Glass shatters, I escape God. Forget the Book, I want to create, to produce something new–…