By: Mollie O'Leary The reoccurring bodily imagery in Sylvia Plath’s poetry plays an important role in representing Plath’s struggle to...

By: Josephine Pino White moths without eyes absent mouths, single winged remnants of combusted life thermal motion relieved of flame. You...

By: Amy Smith small hours, when language is still disguised as the fort imagination constructed overnight when passing tires wicking...

By: Colette Tennant Visitation Bridget, my German Shepherd, appeared to me before she transformed from metered rhyme to free verse. Her...

By: Nadia Farjami when my mouth is tangy & my teeth taste of molten metal, i’ll know that i’m dead i’ll be wearing dusk & Dickinson’s...

By: David Schwartz Uncle You have been Idling in red light and Urgency. You know you Are late. Life is late Nights, then friction As the...

By: Katie Simpson in grief i cover my tongue in sugar chocolate fondant cake morning buns a pastel de nata egg custard flaking everywhere...

By: Chuck Sebian-Lander life begins at self-conception close your eyes. attempt to recall the moments before you knew you existed find...

By: Lucinda Trew Wake by a clock that aches from the rote of rotation, the weight of the sameness of days. Pale light seeps, slow as...

By: Candice Kelsey is my father filling his shirts and slippers with the applause of pulses sipping mudbank coffee with the precision of...

By: Eros Livieratos In a night-club Philadelphia I, swallowed a silver-headed woman where she cried for years. I was dancing with the...

By: Eric Sirota is beside point. It’s more about finding the right punctuation. It would be no kinder to saddle her body with the...

By: Naazneen Diwan The Drum and the Violin What drumming called my curves to your bamboo hands? What fissures in oblivion entranced our...

By: Dorie LaRue Among the paradoxes of modern society: a woman in San Francisco spies an image of Christ in a potato chip, and eBay makes...

By: Cerissa DiValentino Toothless, Singing Birds We cried when my teeth were torn. I could not you could not yell we were so sore. I was...

By: Meimei Xu Part your lips. Arch your back. Lean into him like you mean it. Scaffold your skin with skeleton and fold clean, like a...

By: Lex Kim Bobrow Away Across Florida, I hear you whisper a spell in the dark. I feed a song to the Everglades, and the river of grass...

By: Christine Pakkala His mother’s queries and dearies in their kitchen slide off her tongue to the girlfriend’s mouth and she politely...

By: Kim Haines-Eitzen Morning Walk A discarded pillow—bloated, corners chewed by kangaroo rats, feathers precious commodities— lying by...

By: Christa Lubatkin A Sabbath Stopping on this day we do not recognize the broken parts the disquieting future lurking in bones flesh...

By: Annie Woods We rings Plastic is not biodegradable but I throw it in the ocean like I think it is. I just want the satisfaction of...

By: Alison Thompson – on seeing our neighbour slaughter the Jersey calf ​ My mind refuses this memory. I think instead of red, of a dress...

By: Michael Guynn I want to know When we are driving towards a thing, Are we driving towards it or are We Pulled to the idea? I want to...

By: J. Nick Fisk Stars are clever traps holding me in the past and pressed firmly against myself. And yet so ensnared I wrap the sheet of...