Momtaza Mehri
Brando is nowhere to be found. He’s a rust of a man, most of the time.
Air too lush and still plump with his gel-scent, all his gelatine-smooth.
This hall misses him like an emptied palm. Too bad. […]
August 2016
Michelle Bitting
I thought of you today
from the corner of the classroom
near the terrarium tank
where a Chilean Rose-Haired Tarantula hides […]
Megan Peak
Ice winked its white eye, slick
and aggressive. I wore kitten
heels. I felt pretty. I didn’t mind […]
2016 National Poetry Series Winners Announced!
Congrats to William Brewer, Sasha Pimentel, Jeffrey Schultz, Sam Sax, and Chelsea Dingman for winning this year’s 2016 Open Competition! Read more here
Bo Schwabacher
I will tie
up my hair
and stay sober
with the cries […]
Katie Hibner
When I strove for soldier poetics, I strove for canistered ghosts to fire down the shampoo aisle. […]
Let Me Get Carefree Unless It Means I Live In This Political Body And Everything Is Always On Fire Or How I Went To A Santigold Concert To Get Carefree Anyway
It’s a Sunday evening, unseasonably warm for April in Chicago, and I’m standing in line with my partner to see Santigold (read: to get my life). The tickets were $30, and before my edges were snatched by Beyonce and Rihanna, Santigold’s clap back and riot-like anthems amplified the kind of woman and artist I wanted to be. I needed to get away. […]
C Derick Varn
Against the sun, there nothing but glare the critical
essay writes itself blind spots the politics of young
alienated boys cheerleading an every day atrocity […]
Kimberly Ann Southwick
city why when I am with you are we always drinking when I like you better when we are not drinking is it you are you maybe always drinking because when someone is drinking I want to […]