By: Kira Rosemarie A Dance of Sisters Hair dripping honey-like down Backs sheathed in smoothed elastane, Both pressed Like new pants...

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By: Sandee Gertz Postignano, Italy, 2017 In Rome, the Italians make kissing look like high art, But I say crying is art too — the gravel...

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By: Sophia Goodfriend At the time of night when fog rolls off the lake and thickens at the window, heavy with dandelions turned to seed,...

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By: David Alexander McFarland A little pain pill When I whisper yes to her in my hoarse, my strangulated voice, yes, please yes to that...

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By: Charlie Southerland The image of you going down, the depths To which you’d sink, the way you break in-two, The way you drift apart to...

By: Chloe Bausano The memories crackle between my fingertips like potpourri, smelling of downy and summer: sunscreen, rocket-pops,...

By: Edward D. Miller The view’s beauty speaks for itself. It requires no words from you. The view wants to ruminate and reflect upon...

By: Alexandra Weiss the breakfast here is just like a hotel's, transitory, sun colored and safe expired we try to say it in other words,...

By: P.E. Sloan This is what it has come to I pine for the flutter of memory I light candles for my ancestors and reckon my liver spots...

By: Dave Jilk So What Evening breezes dab the deck and whisper warm greetings to my cheeks; a faraway horse chortles over cool standards...

By: Lauren Spinabelli Sun-bloodied I used to write the dark a girl split open like a pomegranate then I was the dark and the pomegranate...

By: Mike Seid The Tyrant The tyrant in the lighthouse of desire Who once commanded every inch of ship Struggles now to tie the laces of...

By: Loretta Diane Walker Witnessing the Lynching, from the Sky’s Diary Account 1: Sky Curses of the first born, the archivist of the...

By: Ryan Harper Wedding of the Waters Be on my side before the water reddens— butte-print intaglio, earth diving and a hoarse wind...

By: Grayson Thompson Joe was from Queens and wore leather jackets in Florida. His writer aesthetic. He was too cool with wavy slicked...

By: Jones Irwin All that daring and they killed her Exchanging her self-ironising contempt for their disdain A harlot in an open dressing...