To My Poet by Erica Barreto
I am a cursive body running laps on your notepad telling you the story of how we first met. I am the best type of tickle -- a spark that...
Perennials by Samantha White
I’ve been cracking open my knuckles Under his nose so he can smell my marrow. § I’ve been letting him scrape His fingers across the clay...
Permission by Reagan Smith
I don’t want to forget. I want it to linger. To make a nest in my body And burrow in the depths of my being. Until it nibbles its way to...
When It Hits by Kait Short
A man without a job Parades around with a rusty old car key And judgements far too abrasive to be helpful. His pockets full of scratch...
Thrones of Whiskey and Piss by Jacob Valenti
I. Whiskey Ship There is a frozen piss stain in the snow Beneath his hips and betwixt his haunches. Just a bum, who succumbed to the butt...
Splendor in a Dark Year by Jon Hoel
He who wants honey must abide the bees. But, the bees are going— Our glazed eyes avert. I am the speakeasy, I will tremble against the...
No Words by Katerine DuVal
You wanted so badly to show me All of your brain tissue on that couch Sticky with tears on the television as It moved in the wind in...
Don't Forget to Freeze Her by Kimberly Murphy
Before unpacking, thrust an exacto-knife through her taut, feathered chest cavity. When the blade swims in, pull apart that tiny,...
Transcendentalism by Jade Tarris
Sybil waits for answers with one hand raised high and the other pressed firmly against her neck. Her pulse gasps in time with internal...
In The Company of Others by Julia Daly
a pattern emerges: I flatten myself, turn sharp corners—make edges out of elbows, knees, ankles, wrists. Fingers crack with a tap. I fold...
