Old Tony’s Sunday

Mathieu CaillerApril 18, 2022

The musician at the deserted bar gets up to do his usual Sunday set from six p.m. to midnight. In his early 70s, he’s been doing this for the last 50 years, onl...

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Working at a Strip-club in the Middle of the Midwestern Rural

Brianne AgnizleApril 14, 2022

The snow shoved off by a plow fills in the ditch now, over where I’d seen a wild dog sleeping for weeks. On the drive home the night is dark like sap...

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going to acapulco

w v sutraApril 13, 2022

holding my fate in both my hands waiting for captain waiting for orders overboard i must and will be thrown oh let me fly to my duties lord revenants of ...

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If there be nothing new, but that which is

Victoria NordlundApril 7, 2022

After Sonnet 59 William, In this miracle composed of your frame, I am here writing over your sonnet in spring 2022. On my TikTok feed someone is trying to...

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THREE CONTEMPORARY CONUNDRUMS RESOLVED

Julie BeneshMarch 29, 2022

I. Adjustment Disorder How is being well-adjusted not just settling at best And lacking empathy at worst Like those people who suddenly think We all...

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Wreck

Luke WortleyMarch 25, 2022

A carnival prize torn open in a field, little fuzzes everywhere. A concrete mixer on the back of a truck whirring lazily. A suboptimal play in a board game. A f...

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First Pay The Rent

T.S.J. HarlingMarch 21, 2022

I Wanting Spending And nothing more Cash in brown envelopes At the end of evenings behind the bar Spent on the other side of other bars Clothes Drinks...

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Anti-capitalist poem comprised of parsed Jeff Bezos quotes

Elizabeth ConardMarch 21, 2022

What’s going to change in the next 10 years? How will you use your gifts? What choices will you make? If we want to be understood, maintain a firm grasp o...

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Directed by

Adrian SandersMarch 18, 2022

The monkey alarm bangs its cymbals every morning at 6:30 for two and a half minutes straight. I walk to work through a field of white picket fences and bo...

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Theme Park Life

Stephen GroundMarch 13, 2022

life’s a slowly winding theme park line on a warm, overcast day, but just as you reach the front the Earth implodes and you don’t even get a chance ...

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What I’ve Been Smoking Lately

Samantha CarrollMarch 9, 2022

I’ve come down with something awful Probably from what I’ve been smoking lately.   lush ice                     pina polo       tropical glamor Maybe...

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Rewind, Don’t Be Kind

Ashley GoffMarch 7, 2022

I wasn’t dazed or confused when you cheated with the Milla Jovovich look-a-like barista. But I’m still bitter. When I nibbled your earlobe on the m...

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Redisintegrated Disco

Rose KnappMarch 7, 2022

Pulsars pulsating sweating walls rip open Skylines fall as the rave devours it Into the rippling crimson night aglow in gold ...

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a conversation with myself on a sunday morning

Nick RiccardoMarch 1, 2022

there is music on speakers & there are birds chirping in trees & somewhere within these songs, amidst their inherent celebration, their borderline eupho...

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Coronavirus world map: tracking the spread of the outbreak

Patrick WilcoxMarch 1, 2022

Headline from National Public Radio // 3 March 2020 Buckshot with red spots, our world limps into autumn. If I look at the map on the TV close enough I can s...

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Haunted House A Go Go

Erik FuhrerFebruary 24, 2022

For Daphne Blake, Scooby Doo (2002) If I could wear knee-high purple boots today I would not be the damsel in distress to my own heartbeat. I’d be a g...

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Motels

Lauren TheresaFebruary 23, 2022

Motels are made for poets. Or maybe they’re the result of a world without them. Creviced streams collecting leaves and remnants of gas station binges. Long crum...

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Nations are addicts and it’s all on Betamax

Elyse HartFebruary 22, 2022

this is not how i remember it— piñatas, birthday parties, let-her-have-a-turn-too big brother, oh, adoring little sister i was.   i do remem...

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A Millennial Goes Grocery Shopping

Tricia DempseyFebruary 9, 2022

I’m at the grocery store at eight in the morning because I hate being overstimulated. The people, the oversized carts, and the displays all get in the way of my...

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Today I Disassociated in the Park and It’s Your Face That Brought Me Back

Sara Henry PaolozziFebruary 8, 2022

I’m going to write a holy book on waiting. The first verse on the seconds between not facing and facing, the second on your eyelid-dark swing of hai...

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Two Million Sit-Ups Later

Hilary KingJanuary 19, 2022

The way Ben’s hand swept across JLo’s ass, polishing her like a truck he’d just bought, his skin smooth, his teeth spotlight white. The JLo back then wore ne...

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Three Poems Sponsored by My Seasonal Depression

Benjamin DavisJanuary 9, 2022

Lava   When I was a kid, I played ‘The Floor Is Lava’ outside, in the woods, hopping from rock to rock, swinging from branch to branch, safe-zone...

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Poem for People Who Take Public Transit

Nicole TallmanDecember 20, 2021

I once tumbled down two entire flights of stairs while exiting a Metromover station in Miami and no one offered to help me up. Before boarding the train today, ...

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0% Intro APR

Marlo KochDecember 9, 2021

my new credit card arrives in the mail/I buy 3 bottles of dr teals bubble bath, the cannabis sativa edition/people laugh when I say I’ve only tried pot a few ti...

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Premonition as an Urban Artist

Corina YiDecember 7, 2021

Soon, the canvas will siphon the city landscape and pigment itself. On Sundays, I lip fossil fuels for breakfast and toss its cartons in the toilet— unflushe...

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You find yourself guzzling green pitchers of McDonald’s orange drink—

Victoria NordlundNovember 29, 2021

Not the Hi-C Orange Lava Burst version— But the real deal 100% fruitless kind they doled out in yellow Igloos on field day or at your 7th grade dance where t...

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BREAKING NEWS AT 11: THE CDC SAYS

Koty NeelisNovember 14, 2021

The CDC says, fully vaccinated people can kiss me on the forehead now. The CDC says, fully vaccinated people can find some really good leaves to look at, ...

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Old Millennial

Andrea KrauseNovember 10, 2021

I can still conjure the signature scent of college, eau de Febreeze. Several pumps of parfum overlay on the way to bacon and eggs to evaporate reeking deci...

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This List is not Exhaustive or Persuasive

Gabby Mijalski-FahimOctober 20, 2021

item a : holding oily bangs back while she vomits a coke and rum outside a shitty bar by campus item b : skinny dipping in a river too frigid to feel ite...

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Stranger I Once Was

Michelle DrozdickOctober 17, 2021

she must submerse herself in everything happiness in small joys is an impossibility she must fall so deeply within any emotion that she loses herself and for...

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