By: Steve Brammell You cannot stay here. There is no longer room. If I had my powers back I’d throw dirt at the sun and make a world for...

By: Hari Bhajan Khalsa Tattoo Inked into my right foot, it will rise from the sway between  the hallux and pointer, etched into the...

By: Ian Randall Wilson A Peaceful Country Now that the report is in  the nation in all its nakedness  mouths the platitudes. Is this the...

By: Wheeler Light i. I stand up to perform for an audience and I perform for an audience ii. In my bedroom I stand in front of the...

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By: Uranbileg Batjargal The house you didn’t build for us Sits on a tiny hill Watching a shore of a foamy sea. There is a willow Weeping...

By: Mark Tardi Half Sonnet We only imagine secrets,  the stunted windows, that evil is a kind of lapse  or distance, a falling away ...

By: Shannon Carriger Notes on a Rescue He is done this morning. He feels nothing, and each day is longer  than the one before, emptier,...

By: Christy Prahl Cleaving When it happens we will divide this household in half, all its worldly belongings split in two toward...

By: Ferdy Buonanno Nordic Song Friendship torn, ripped, shattered Shards forevermore scattered On the strand where eternal waves Slowly...

By: Adam Schechter Wall I. There is a wall here I swear to god though unseeable bitter drink impalpable divider the other side is what I...

By: Caroline Goodwin the oak branch scribbling itself: cloud cover, mossy stone, creekbed, talking tree uprooted and smelling of sod,...

By: Graden Zane Lambert Froese daily she drowned her mother called and asked where I was her sister called and told me to go fuck myself...

By: Bridget Murphy Plumes she jumped before she lived to old age, before sex, before an organsm, before she could take an ultra sound...

By: Geneva Zane If I could give you anything,  it would be all the details in the world,  all the colors you can chew on.  Pray to St....

By: Amelia Blaska It’s okay if you must act like you have pieced the puzzle together. Amelia Blaska was born to do two things: to teach...

By: Anitha Devi Pillai once i thought we had  a colon followed by happy moments. our story in  three happy memories categorized neat...

By: Tori Darnell I Bring the Iron Close and Finally Hear Her Voice She reminds me of all those times mom said forty-five minutes in a...

By: Penny Jackson THE BEST IN THE CITY “You must be wrong,” my mother said,  her face scrunched in disgust like a  crumpled Kleenex.  “I...

By: William Aarnes All of a sudden is a roundabout way  of telling ourselves we want a more sudden word than suddenly. But, if...

By: Julia Lattimer The What-Happened after Eileen Myles I am always nervous & trying to leave you. You’ve seen this. Take a look at all...

By: Brad Buchanan this painful slouch is also my crouch for working each laborious hunch into a molten line of type a proper printer’s...

By: Candace Angelica A repair man came and he lit the fire and turned on my lights while I sat and studied  his hands his hip bones the...

By: Thomas Schabarum Covina to Blythe, CA 1977 for Walt The road to Blythe was long.  Then, nothing connected towns,  each an outpost...