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    Casey Thayer

    New work plus an interview with Phillip B. Williams
    bullet: what thunder, teeth / in the threat, / blade in the sheath, / blood-letter bought / over the counter as easy as aspirin, an Oxy, / to take into the body, / what the deed / leaves, a hand that reaches / across the field’s divide, / snake coiled in the warren, / mole mazing the loam, / what the body carries, / what’s left / of the fire, […]

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    Aziza Barnes

    Aziza Barnes is blk & alive. Born in Los Angeles, Aziza currently lives in Oxford, Mississippi. Her first chapbook, me Aunt Jemima and the nailgun, was the first winner of the Exploding Pinecone Prize and [...]
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    Erika L. Sanchez

    Erika L. Sánchez is a poet, essayist, and fiction writer. She is the author of poetry collection Lessons on Expulsion (Graywolf 2017) and the young adult novel Brown Girl Problems (Knopf 2017). Her poetry  has been published in Guernica, diode, Boston Review, POETRY Magazine. She has also [...]
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    Alison C. Rollins

    Venus Hottentot in a convex mirror
    an interior coagulation of disembodiment.

    They say that men are more visual & it
    is true I can’t see myself from behind.

    Can’t curate the archives of these cave walls
    paintings drawn with moist fingers and firm hands. […]

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    Saddiq Dzukogi

    New work by Saddiq Dzukogi plus an interview with Phillip B. Williams
    I have been there
    as you were last night
    at the beach to see
    if the sea has returned
    our footprints […]


  • Megan Spiegel

    September 22, 2016

    Nothing in the herbarium compares to these tendrils collapsed over intertidal rock. […]

  • Nancy Huang

    September 22, 2016

    My ancestors are buried in our backyard and my mother says it is comforting to have them all in one place, but it is more of a burden to me. I am a girl with bones made for war […]

  • Amie Zimmerman

    September 22, 2016

    I drive drunk to your house, my cavern filled
    with elsewhere, to return your cock to you. […]


Fiction/Creative Nonfiction

  • Adam Hamze

    March 30, 2016

    i have seen my lifeless body. it has its own name that sounds nothing like mine. it lives in the bathroom stall of some restaurant, bloody & left behind. in the ditch down the street from the university, rain falling on its silence. […]

  • SJ Sindu

    March 23, 2016
  • Mary Jean Murphy

    March 11, 2016


Poem of the Week

  • Samuel Ace

    September 18, 2016
    His face the rock cliff His face the rock cliff   a place of views   his face a shelter   a barn   a loyal brother full of lips   his face in aging   a mirror and a protest [...]