By: Ralvell Rogers II A lot had been said about myself in this messed up society when I was on temporary assignment training with another...

By: Aida Bode Here are all the mornings where I woke up to pick up dandelions blow them to make wishes which I’d forget as soon as the...

By: Osamase Ekhator Issa Rae Finds Santa Monica Beach I don’t need a summer body. Her intellect sizzles. Her hair is natural. Olive Oil...

By: Benjamin Renne Myth (Ascending) Look at the morning – how it passes our heads tuned skyward like antennae, spines bent toward new...

By: Shannon Flaherty Paper Lips I love my scars (it’s the openings that I’m ashamed of). White lips parted in whisper, fingernail shreds...

By: Kelsey Frank So I’m at Target returning a set of sheets, because the fitted one isn’t deep enough and the purple isn’t purple enough,...

By: Amy Byrne I wrote: left right walk write, flanked by palm trees, nameless men in green, wolves and tanks and signs. This is heaven....

By: R. J. Keeler Broken, or tottering on the very edge, or surprisingly dull, or ubiquitously bright, signs consolidate paths to blight....

By: Quinn Forlini I’m fascinated with the way that poetry can manipulate time: making a moment slow or quicken, making the past come...

By: Jason Youngclaus Not trying to be morose here, Really — I’m not This is a positive thought: When I die my wish is that My ashes be...

By: Caleb Alexander In the future they invented time travel and destroyed the past, so they couldn’t invent time travel again. Those old...

By: Shane Veno Warmth When I piled about me 16 feet of dirty laundry Landry and your train ticket stubs Please don’t misunderstand my...

By: Kendall Queen On your living room floor alone again, the sunlight carries specks of dust; the flow of time made visual. Last night I...

By: Coral Kendall I mean that I am searching for dad’s scent in someone else’s clothes When I say my boyfriend reminds me of my father I...

By: Jonathan Pierce A Sublunary Tone To forgive a debt. Water. Releases. Opens catchment to A punctuation. Maybe mineral, at slightest: A...

By: Tor Strand This world is loss and your grin the angle of the horizon so tell me what you saw in the sky lying there like a sheet of...

By: Daniel Talamantes You snapped the ring of my orbit, yet were too smart to pick me up or drag me along. See it’s been hours since...

By: Charles Kell Florence The weather carves my nose into a helixed black hole. I drink wine, watch the sapphire wire coil to strike. The...

By: Daniel Jenkins The arthritic dog sleeping upside down, paws dream-wincing— Black-caked ashtrays and cigarette smoke— The back deck....

By: Vinít Kurup Oh Lord शिव you are said to have been the first आधी गुरु I stare at angry foreigners wearing “I Yoga” bracelets unable...

By: Stephanie L. Harper Aubade with Smoke That i left my window opened last night, letting in wildfire smoke as i drifted off to the...

By: Audrey Lewis i. the weight of your body pressed against the earth is nine point eight one meters per second squared. ii. one day in...

By: Jaclyn Desforges HOME ADDRESS I know you, he says, and he’s wrong. Somewhere inside her there is a forest and in the forest there is...

By: Montana Svoboda Where Shoreline as a Means of Stability Left, then right again against a darkness that boils into parchment,...