Over 100°, La Mesa

Zebulon HusetMarch 17, 2020

Schools have unleashed their burden of bustle roughly onto blanched sidewalks with orange flames tickling their palms and heels, bubbling the cusp of each ap...

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Courtney Love Comes Over To My House

K. Tyler ChristensenMarch 9, 2020

and requests that I make her a raspberry jelly sandwich on white bread and we sip   Diet Dr. Pepper from fluorescent-colored flexy straws and s...

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blue / blue

Savannah SloneFebruary 25, 2020

piano string bones strung joints unsmoken cigarettes marionette motherings this is flora, fauna us in the quiet hoarding breath mourning fingers carving...

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Coney Island

Theadora SiranianFebruary 23, 2020

It is an enduring satisfaction for our species to make little systems and tend to them.                                                                        ...

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A Thing

Tyler BartonFebruary 21, 2020

O—to be as hated as the mall, as invasive species. Stunned, I call 911. Or as loved. A grief vacation. That’s not a thing. A brassy sleep. Or as cov...

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4 poems from Separation Anxiety

Janice LeeFebruary 7, 2020

the amoebas are terrified and all that energy bound up in all that reverence I refuse to abandon the words there are more stars in the Milky Way than ...

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Single Serve

Sonia BeauchampFebruary 4, 2020

There are no butterflies disguised within your plastic coffee cocoons. I, too, am a victim of addiction— I find your needle so convenient. Your single b...

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Travel+Leisure has said that avocado on toast comes from Australia.

Saxon BairdJanuary 29, 2020

Travel+Leisure has said that avocado on toast comes from Australia. I call bullshit. It comes from a girl I knew during the summer of 2002 Who On summer e...

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Doorbell

Jayne PughJanuary 28, 2020

Fuck that If I knew who was at the door they would’ve texted They would’ve texted, here Quit scaring me...

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Huh?

Jasmine LedesmaJanuary 23, 2020

I have a hard time with milky tennis shoes and photographs of champagne. The void insisting it is not a void. Especially when I’ve tasted plaque and evict...

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Performance Space

Bronwen BrennerJanuary 6, 2020

Girls in pink dresses are crawling around in the grass Their hair is striped blonde, zebra-like I eat a fistful of cashews and watch from a distance Th...

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Ode to the Olive Garden

Sadie Shuck HinkelDecember 28, 2019

After forkfuls of Lasagna Fritta, Breana and I are punch  drunk on garlic and raspberry lemonade. I turn sixteen tomorrow, and we are here because we live   ...

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Dermatitis

Kate MacLamDecember 19, 2019

Just like I lick my wounds I have been licking my pink Himalayan salt lamp praying for ions to heal me I know I shouldn’t swallow the industrial grease wi...

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Space Poems from Poland

John-Michael BloomquistDecember 19, 2019

Blood Moon Eclipse and the International Space Station —Krakow, Poland, 2019 We are tracking the ISS across the sky tonight, watching it coruscate brighter...

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Automatonophobia

Victoria NordlundDecember 12, 2019

Then suddenly, one day in 1925, success. John Logie Baird transmitted the first ever recognisable TV image across his attic workroom. The image was of his ventr...

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American Spirit

Kelsey McLeanDecember 3, 2019

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Famous in Canada

Dylan LoringNovember 26, 2019

Kate and I want to be famous in Canada. So far our competition for the front cover of the Molson box includes Seth Rogen, universal healthcare, Chris ...

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That Time My Ex (Best Friend)
Turned Green

Michael B. Carroll Jr.November 6, 2019

I once knew a girl. A girl who would one day become my best friend. She was brave, ambitious, and had pride as sure as the sky is above us. Though her face ...

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RUIN THE ENDING

Stephanie Athena ValenteOctober 16, 2019

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YOU ARE A SAD T-REX OF CONSCIOUSNESS

Jesse HilsonOctober 9, 2019

In a parallel dimension I’ve broken everybody’s heart by killing myself or dying of a drug overdose on that brown couch that one time. But can you s...

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It Takes Two and a Half Millennials

Charlotte SeleyOctober 8, 2019

The Baby Boomers are facing extinction and no longer buying Mother's Day gifts for their own mothers. My mother's mother is dead and no one will ever b...

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The Town Hero Plugs the Hole in the Dam

Dylan LoringOctober 3, 2019

The town hero plugs the hole in the dam with her finger.  An hour passes, then sweat drips down her eyebrows. The only mosquito for miles bites her for...

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Naraka.logic

Dylan SondermanOctober 3, 2019

“A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.” - Rabindranath Tagore   Mu logic-violation trial abusive ju...

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A. E. Housman

Michael MungielloSeptember 9, 2019

Terrence this is stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid ...

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Shopping for God

Imran KhanAugust 28, 2019

This could be my last magic trick - choosing a wardrobe for God from the shit human minds alone could create, Do we really need a professional shopper to pr...

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Rented Spaces

Katherine DeGilioAugust 21, 2019

In sweet June sublets I left lipstick marks on tender shoulders, painting rented spaces red, the stain lasted but a single solstice. When I looked up during...

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MY BROTHER LOVED STEPHEN KING

Betsy HoustenAugust 21, 2019

Books lined his shelves, worn mass-market spines of one-word titles, Carrie and Christine and Misery, It with its thumb-soft cover of a paper boat nosing in...

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Parthenogenesis

Victoria NordlundAugust 16, 2019

As I watch Love Island, as I partake in my Rosé and Cheez-Its, as my daughter scrolls through her newsfeed, as she tells me she can't believe that I watch t...

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New Hampshire has an opioid problem

Danielle ShorrJuly 13, 2019

It takes 10 minutes in front of the urn  to realize what it is; the gravel of her unbody in a pink casing she might have picked  out herself. There is no vie...

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I Attract People with White Savior Complexes

Delvon T. MattinglyJune 24, 2019

I never intend to dismiss true philanthropic work, but to the people who believe saving is necessary: Trust me, it is not. To them, I am civilized, a cont...

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