“in every in-between / I was born ready / yet I have still afforded
to lose / over not having / a house / a man / a body / a life”
Three Poems | Taisia Kitaiskaia
SHE SPITS & TOUCHES HER TONGUE TO HER LUNGS I was outside myself, picking corn in a tall shadow,When I was ordained to be an Anglo-SaxonWarrior making my head from my own head, makingAn extraordinary instrument from which we shallAll suffer madly. And the mirror was always a jewel,And the […]
A Boy Turns the Key His Own Breath Bursts | Dan Rosenberg
Dan Rosenberg is the author of cadabra (Carnegie Mellon University Press) and The Crushing Organ (Dream Horse Press), which won the American Poetry Journal Book Prize. He has also written two chapbooks, A Thread of Hands (Tilt Press) and Thigh’s Hollow (Omnidawn), which won the Omnidawn Poetry Chapbook Contest, and he co-translated Miklavž Komelj’s Hippodrome (Zephyr Press). Rosenberg’s poems have […]
The daughter of my voice | Monroe Lawrence
Monroe Lawrence was born and grew up on unceded Coast Salish Lands. His favourite writers include Hannah Weiner, Vi Khi Nao, Marcel Proust, and listen chen. His past writing can be found in Best American Experimental Writing and The Capilano Review, and in a chapbook, Nice,.
Three Poems | Madeleine Barnes
(Read an interview with Barnes and her mother, Michelle Maher, on the site here.) DIAGNOSIS I do not call you out of your hideaway. No one knows how much time. I do not say How much time? I do not make offerings. I do not shake out the wreath of […]
Notes from the Insomniac | Ben Morgan
Ben Morgan is in a one-man punk band from Suffolk, United Kingdom. He graduated from University College London where he studied English Literature and was published in Savage. He has received no accolades of note.
Two Poems | Tobi Kassim
Your Daily Mixed it’s okay the aggregators have mademany mixes for me in my father’scloud i am algorithmically relatable. there’s some familiar stepsand setlists to the ways i’m finallyreducible. impossible to resist i’ll itchto let it play automatically. be knowable for days. i […]
Two Poems | Margaret Wright
Margaret Wright works, walks, and writes in Brooklyn, NY. She has received a Martin A. Dale Fellowship from Princeton University and a Monson Arts residency.
WOUND/INTERNET | Ally Harris
By which a man possesses or enters silence. Sometimes to be a hunter to language, his animal loneliness a blood ivy, sentient & oracular & a stalk’s clean break, soft and audible. Sequestered in water, attended but also severed, aroused. Heady as droplets on moss after drought, a man squeezes […]
Excerpt from The Call-out | Cat Fitzpatrick
from The Call-out Fortunate autumn. September rushesOver our heads. Migrating flocksOf warblers, jays, petrels, thrushes,Come, then leave. The equinox,When the sun aligns with the equator,Passes. The dawns start coming later,The sunsets sooner. The sudden rainsDon’t last for long. The warmth remains.Goldenrod blooms, and even the rosesAre hanging on, this late in […]
In the Style of Our Adornments | John Gallaher
It’s time to get serious. As in, these Breaking News storiesare getting monotonous, like a meeting agenda, or an air conditionerclicking on and off, a band practicing one room over, lists of the dead. I’m sorry and small, while along the west coast, romantic poetsare watching sunsets through clouds that […]
Two Poems | Nora Claire Miller
The Hernia a girl came to my house but I had a herniaI showed her how to make me calmthe buttons on my head to presslittle knobs below my hairlineshe opened the windowbut I had a hernia so couldn’tget my breathing right we stayed up all night touchingthe knobs on […]
Two Poems | Tyler Morse
Back and On Down Okay so I’d buried her body in a shallow graveand told mom we couldn’t go back to the cabinbecause I’d never fed the dog & let it die but it wasthe woman. And had struck her. With shovel maybe.A tussle. Thinking you know when you molest […]
Excerpt from Feed | Tommy Pico
from Feed Dear reader, Candle light is not too poetic to mention in a poem if we say the light slicks across our faces like mud butt. The candle light slicked across our faces like mud butt. If I’d have known that was the last time I’d see his face lit […]
Women & Other Hostages | Laura McCullough
Everyone seemed stuck or silenced that summer, nobody’s T-shirt with the right slogan, the news shifting so fast, you couldn’t keep up with the latest outrage, & one person’s outrage was another’s fact, […]
Ginger Moon Bulb | Stella Santamaría
Stella Santamaría is a Latina Poet that lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Stella is the author of In Between Spaces-Miami, and she has poems in Cathexis Northwest Press, Pennsylvania English, The Bohemian, and forthcoming in Juked. Currently, she is pursuing an MFA in Poetry at Saint Mary’s College of […]
Nervous Break | Boona Daroom
Nervous Break National Guard units have mobilizedOn a syndicated game show. Today Contestants shoot up a dental labWith machine guns. I can feel it burn. Through the power of suggestion aloneWe see the quantity of fried chicken grow. I got here and there were 700 people in line.Massive liquidity courtesy […]
Ten Theories | A. Molotkov
Ten Theories 1 The street ends in a dead end, a space removed. Air currents flow around it. Fading gravity. You, inside, at least in theory. It takes a lot of bulbs to light the world. 2 I arrived before too early. I remember your birthmark. Now it’s no longer […]
Two Poems | O-Jeremiah Agbaakin
my God says it’s not in my job description to stay clean. hygiene is monetized farce. a trick to keep soap & rehab & the church & conscience & your silence in business. i scrub my own tongue hard to a shiny silence. a bad childhood stuttering cannot be blamed. […]
Still | Katherine Gibbel
Katherine Gibbel grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Her writing has been published in or is forthcoming from Bat City Review, The Bennington Review, Guesthouse, Tin House Online, and elsewhere. She has received fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, where she received her MFA in […]