Paula Cisewski

March 22, 2017

A songbird’s convoluted vocabulary stalls every

sad line of thought. Distraction is no great difficulty. […]

Maja Lukic

March 15, 2017

How like a piece of leather or purse strap was that snake
on its path to the sea when my father lowered the stone […]

Jessica Edwards

March 15, 2017

how much sleep is normal
at what point will my bed springs shake and snap under the constant pressure of my limp limbs […]

Lisa Low

March 1, 2017

I peer into fish eyes like eight-balls.
I steal flamingo-colored candy. I carry […]

Dustin Pearson

March 1, 2017

Of course it’s in part a good thing.
There’s hardly any room.
Everything inside it is a weapon. […]

Scott Beal

March 1, 2017

what are the dragons of sleep.
how many parts of my body can be awake at once?
if my tongue rises does my liver drowse? […]

Marlin M. Jenkins

February 15, 2017

             some days       I am both the joker and thief
lying to myself            hiding
within
                                    my hands cradling
the stacked stones                  collecting their dust […]

Derrick Weston Brown

February 15, 2017

Your body will not pucker and spoil
today, tonight,
tomorrow.
I will not claim it.
I will not seek it […]

Leah Claire Kaminski

February 15, 2017

my little nubbins are truest buttons, fuchsia-shiny, squat; skew
slewing over my pot, from my weak limbs faster […]

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