Becca Shaw Glaser
Beautiful I said but didn’t mean it
of course I didn’t it had a huge pink flange at the top like a flopping squid
and lay against his belly […]
Poem of the Week
Lisa Dordal
The history of rain
is the history of hands—
gods in low hills,
holding thunder […]
Saara Myrene Raappana
Letter To my Teenaged Self: You Are a House, You Are a Hammer, You’re the Momentum of the Nail. In many ways you’ll always pull on boots to rise from bed and walk from room […]
Jennifer Givhan
is that what they see
burns imprints in the light
so when I close them there are shadows
the shapes of what I cannot lid […]
Kaveh Akbar
Without the benefit of fantasy
I can’t promise I’ll be of any use.
Left to the real world I tend
to swell up like roots in the rain,
tend to get all lost in hymns
and astrology charts. Lately
Left to the real world I tend
to swell up like roots in the rain, […]
Emily Koehn
I am almost you but you
are the winner. You’ve plucked
the vines in front of you full
and applauded. […]
Caylin Capra-Thomas
Fold I’m ill-equipped for my weather. A thin-skinned fruit. All bruise. Someone feeds me peels but I hoard them in the corner & make a nest. I take a pill smaller than a peppercorn so […]
David Ishaya Osu
mum and dad
didn’t give
me a name […]
Shelley Wong
A quarrel in white. / In noir lowlight, the women / don’t know who to turn to. Veil of splitting leaves, / veil soaked in rosé, […]
Joy Priest
I don’t mean the midnights I steal at fifteen
floating air & fuel down Dixie Hwy, under
the streetlamps’ orbed glares […]