By: Matthew Burns To my Wife, on the Train I should tell you about the view I have, of the way I can see from my seat the headlamp of the...

By: Hans Lucht 1. The summer’s violent recoil is still stinging your hand, the blind dices thrown to no avail The days fearfully push...

By: Ellen Sander They go              home low light fol                    lows someone              else’s radio...

By: Brennan Bogert Sestina for The Girl in The Horror Movie The girl in the movie   never meant to find the body ​ just knew         bad...

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By: Emmy Schroeder Visitor I was a quiet boy, or so I thought I spent the days living in my dreams & at night a girl would visit. This...

By: Olivia Kingery They mean brittle bone dry with enamel showing. They mean don’t walk alone at night, no actually - don’t walk alone at...

By: Ugonnaora Owoh on my father’s blue-bulbed room   a radio plays a Mexican immigrant track of ’05 “ no one wants to know about heaven...

By: Valen Lim Best are things which read like clamps on this heart. A locked chest of drawers with a grimy, cracked mirror. How...

By: Michael Ventura-Rogers Is it worth dragging around this bag of sunsets, dewed ferns, and first kisses; of my dad’s Thurman Munson bat...

By: Sara Karim You spit the pomegranate arils out:                                    (how they are lucky) rose pile of pulp spotted...

By: Fran Abrams Why is the sun so hot? Hell is not down. The sun is the home of the devil. Does the moon have memories? The moon...

By: Edison Angelbello Red | | Leaves Red or yellow leaves for Floridians mean you’re no longer home you’re out of your lane rolling down...

By: Pınar Yaşar “45. Good now be still, and doe not me torment, With [multituds] of questions, be at rest, And onely let me quarrell with...

By: Davinia Hamilton Child of the sea, though you hide in a London winter, you’ll find your blood carries a heat that cannot be cooled by...

By: Elizabeth Pyjov ugliness moves to beauty and back. what is useless can move to what is profoundly useful and even redeeming and back....

By: Mary Sun Some human cells adapt to toxic stress by physically becoming other cells. Smoke enough, and tall columns become flat lung...

By: Miriam O'Neal When he is four my son tells me he’s had a past life. I was a dresser, he reports. And I had 3 drawers. And if one of...

By: Alani Hicks-Bartlet temptation i. one is tempted to reintroduce the question of character, with its knobs of vigor and its dank, dark...

By: Albert Lee 汩 01 in another life i would’ve steeped in the heat of another man’s hands 02 in another life Baba would’ve prematurely...

By: Joseph Murphy The Silence A silence has darkened my hands, pressed them down, though weighing no more than the margin between thought...

By: Andrew Field The skeleton plays the keys, and they rearrange themselves like stars across the planet, to play themselves, each and...

By: John Kearns For YNG, Chengdu, China Near a construction site by the river Jin Not a single visible wave But as close to the bank As...

By: Jeffrey Mashburn In a dream remembered, yet to dream I followed charnel smoke To the place between the narrowing walls Birds unbecame...