Solidad Decosta – Two Poems
Solidad Decosta Two Poems where (I) lost (my) barely slept and the hostel had fifty dollar rooms and the six am cafe is snotty and …
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Solidad Decosta Two Poems where (I) lost (my) barely slept and the hostel had fifty dollar rooms and the six am cafe is snotty and …
Laynie Browne from Lost Parkour Ps(alms) It was someone else who wrote you that letter Yes, I wrote it Yes, it was someone else When …
Jordan Stempleman I’ll Leave It On I came back tomorrow to a sickness. The fisherman I thought I was, cultivated the formless squeeze elegiacally enough, …
Emily Brungo The Geographical Anatomy of the Creation and the Destruction of a Romance I. Shadyside Angostura bitters and sweet vermouth. Too much unbalance the …
Naomi Tarle signs of the underneath: rust is dull still: paint shining at corners (the ‘S’ key strangely many shades darker) all those fingers piled …
Zach Buscher New Under The Sun I. Ingestion How much tomfoolery drawn from why not? Take this party. Take anal shots, for instance: asses set …
Mathew Timmons from The New Poetics The New Writing on the Wall Mark your calendar, dazzle your friends! see the Magic of Global inequality rising …
Panika M. C. Dillon what your skin (under my fingernails) sang )) slap lips & stick to white )) wash / terry cloth …
Kim Vodicka Camel. his sick rut occum battles hither, saddlerow, to save tombs to some citamora feel. his sick rut layers should not bend to …
Patrick Duggan Dead Leaves and Tennis Shoes Swarming flies is cold water, idle on the page. I’m not sleeping well. I’ve had girl-monkey dreams. Turn …
Michael J. Wilson Two Poems Infix Pebbled skin, waxen and orange The brown spot, softer press my finger in, an entering. Sexual orange? Pulling pith, …