A slow/ soiling exponentially catches fire. Myth as warning. A myth stays with us, despite our/ forgetting.
Read MoreMockingbird by Lia Purpura
Plain bird whose one song is all songs. / Who accompanied me once / while I waited and waited and no call came / and who, for god's sake, will not stop singing now.
Read MoreTwo Poems by Marilyn Nelson
In petticoats, ribbons, and ostrich plumes,
with watch chains, snuff boxes, and monocles,
we were enchanted individuals
last night, cinderellas without our brooms.
Fatality on the Tracks by Patrick Hicks
Molten steel fills my ribcage,
my teeth are barbed-wire,
but the killer bees I want to spit
are stuck on the flypaper of my tongue.
Two Poems by Nicole Santalucia
" then woman, not in the way of suffering or resentment, but in the way of queer and of magic. take a fistful of dirt and poof."
Read MoreHigh On Dopamine He Wants You Back by Christine Butterworth-McDermott
So you loved men who combusted, / spontaneously gave yourself to the flammable, / stripped yourself bare / for their ovens, splayed yourself for their driptorches.
Read MoreThe Night’s Not Finished, but It’s Leaning Against the Wall by Taylor Collier
All/ day you’ve been plunking rusted metal / into your purse, and I never stopped to / ask what you really wanted
Read MoreThree Poems by L Favicchia
"i hold a tissue paper body/ as long as i can, / or until i must exhale."
Read MoreFirst Story by Sarah Gambito
"What do you say to someone who has been gone for so long."
Read MoreTwo Poems by Jo Blair Cipriano
Death reminds me too much of myself./ I mean, if you watched an animal die/ in agony, would you still enjoy eating its flesh?
Read MoreTwo Poems by Karen An-hwei Lee
Angelenos call the phenomenon of swarming water bees
a congregation as in a church
And Now That I Am 51 by Lisa Allen
The women who raised me were plain./ Devout./ Called whores if they rouged their cheeks/
Read MoreTwo Poems by Sarah Hansen
my spine curved/ into a question mark, my pen sketching symptoms/ on an empty man's silhouette.
Read MoreScrolls by Miles Liss
Our Breath./ They took what was theirs.
Read MoreTwo Poems by Alana de Hinojosa
I took so long to learn / the black in pockets is you
Read MoreTwo Poems by Victoria Chang
Somewhere, in the morning, my mother / had become the sketch.
Read MoreThree Poems by Sandra Beasley
You are the sunburn / where there is no sun, a canary nested / in the ribcage of a miner.
Read Morebliss kids by Aureleo Sans
Children are backlogs / in the isolation tent
Read MoreTwo Poems by Lisa Huffaker
the raw energy of / threat
Read MoreTwo Poems by Kelly R. Samuels
How industrious and cheerful we appear, opening/ the water back up to the sky,
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