By: Sean Griffin Flecks of your makeup found themselves in the textile of my jacket, the threads crossing each other, a woven safety net,...

By: Trevor Eichenberger Her pearl pale body dead longer than when she first drifted ashore with seashells. Beachgoers who found her...

By: Amina Ayodeji-Ogundiran In a man’s world, we suffered Women; mutilated, denied, cursed, abused In a man’s world, still, man suffered...

By: Signe Land Don’t Break Now (variation on a villanelle) The brain kicks to high gear as the heart dies. Research says the brain asks...

By: Holly Dodge a vulture—flight and flutter—reminds me of a relationship: implications, a subtle reminder of me when you: muscle aligned...

By: Connor Bjotvedt Maurice Manning’s The Common Man presents itself, unapologetically, as Manning’s own, idealized, historical narrative...

By: Frank Finney Unsayable ‘… And when words go, Nothing much remains’. Martin Amis The therapist told me to find my voice as if I...

By: Taegan MacLean basilisk flotation device, the snarling green pool demon. brother, you were never afraid. little heart pumping...

By: William Pedlow Hush something wasn’t turn to ashes fast enough wasn’t grow or not-grow and that was the go-between how the soft heart...

By: Ranjana Varghese This is the order of things: male fantasies, something sinister, violence, hunger, chokehold of happiness. (They...

By: Marie-Louise Eyres The Pipe I’m bent, blackened, All smoked out. My heart’s lost To the mouth Of a toothless old fool: We shared the...

By: Raymond Hammond for Andy Dale i don’t want to lose religion the bells, whistles, swinging smoking censers, the full organ music, the...

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...