By: John Dorroh Metamorphosis Too many boats named Calypso and Minnow. so many tadpoles in the ditch behind your house. the first time i...

By: Stella Saalman Echo He tells me I’m a mimic, like some sort of mockingbird stealing other voices when I sing. I think he’s confused...

By: Julie Benesh The Cozy-Keeper stains the burnished twilight fuschia, settling catlike on the warming lap pressing fascia to bone, and...

By: James Redfern let the seasons come. let the seasons go. let them do that which you cannot control. chemical laws and those of mass...

By: Michelle Cicillini I store my bellyaches alongside my hopes my heavy glass marbles in a silken pinky purse readied for a journey of...

By: Josh Feit I'm delighted, my young avant-garde friend, to know Sumer is icumen in. Let there be light, let there be infrastructure,...

By: Abbie Doll you can go straight to hell you’re such an ugly thing, and you reek of rot even while your little nasty heart is still...

By: Cortez My mother is on the phone, the moon is pulling her towards itself There is a place where the ancestors who once were converge...

By: Samantha Madway BETWEEN REINCARNATION AND EUPHORIC RECALL Every arrival is an echo after the first. Desperate to counter diminishing...

By: Martha Patterson James, my brother - I ask you on the phone Do you ever wake up feeling life is unexciting? Me, with my cigarettes...

By: Ronald Geigle You don’t know it yet, though you ought to, especially because you claim to—in your holy voices. But God already gave...

By: Sarah Crockford A draft pushes through the corner of my mind. I asked for silence but am drained for noise. I sat miles from you...

By: Gale Acuff dead that it won't matter to me, there's no death if you're dead already, I'm counting on it and want to live forever but...

By: Russell Willis Jars of green glass looking old and thereby antique (or merely nostalgic)? meant to hide biological remnants of live...

By: Alyssa Tanafranca I am a complete gorgeous forest Composed of clumps of trees and wildflowers and bushes and rough shrubs Together...

By: Marco Etheridge Atlas shrugs a solipsistic shoulder at the notion come unbidden from another and thus suspect, beyond pale, past seal...

By: Benjamin Rose Where is the amber light of Spring? Where is the Winter ice undone? They have passed into shadow Like pollen reft from...

By: Gordon Taylor Estrangement Effect Our world celebrates action but my legs are inert as neon numb parallelogram in front of filthy...

By: Jessica Sabo I wrote another one about you – rainwater flooding a low-lying city, how a radiator sizzles when caressed by wet hands –...

By: Marianne Lyon Praise wild passion fiery longings raging songs unsung free lurking hesitation curious compulsion ignite the...

By: Trina Gaynon Mornings like these, I open Every portal to fresh air and birdsong, The clanging of the trains too distant To reach me...

By: William Heath Rimbaud in Abyssinia Rimbaud writes all his poetry before twenty. His secret way to illuminate unknown worlds the...

By: Fasasi Abdulrosheed Oladipupo Your father's father; our lord, our colonizer; old owl with barrel and telescope. Your pope; my teacher...

By: Rebecca Thrush make my lemon water so sweet and tempered like a tiny drop of oiled essence into a murky ocean gentle white strands...