Quarantine Walks

Kelly MullinsJuly 8, 2020

It’s like you’re mad at me For expecting something from you I think As I pace listening to the soundtrack Of tram cars and trucks Bike bells From here...

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A GUIDE TO GOING OFF YOUR ROCKER

Hibah ShabkhezJuly 6, 2020

  Step 1: Prepare to spend each quarantine-morning locked in mortal combat with all the winged vermin in the city. Every time you open the window, some ...

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Birth Control Melodrama

Maria Santa PoggiJuly 6, 2020

The insulin resistance is blocking my bloodstream freeway. My blood sugar spikes and I find myself elated with a deity swimming in the clouds. When it...

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Natural Fact

E. Kristin AndersonJuly 2, 2020

(after The Mary Timony Band)   I was never good at climbing fences—the rust bites too hard into my skin to launch me from one side to the other ...

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retrospective on belonging

Sarah Sophia YanniJuly 1, 2020

do you understand my home? are your parents from this country? I am ten, there are too many rules, too many parts I can’t make sense of. how many aliens do you ...

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Please Pay Attention

Lucy ZhangJune 29, 2020

Because I had to listen to the water boiling so it wouldn’t spill over, I forgot to use the handguard of my mandolin, lost to the rhythm of peeling chayote–epid...

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WHAT’S LEFT

Taylor Byas and Madison ZehmerJune 26, 2020

On the walking trail, a breeze reels itself beneath the heat like a frothed-up tide,   delivers these words like a message in a bottle—It’s a d...

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Before Bed

Zac SmithJune 25, 2020

After you held my head and fucked my mouth until you came and then knelt down and ate me out until I came, you got up to wash your face in the bathroom. You wal...

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Two Kinds of Happiness

Andrew ByrdsJune 20, 2020

On days like this it seems to be too easy. I’m kicking at the pavement towards vintage haunts or caffeine shacks listening to Angles for the fifteenth time sinc...

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APPLESAUCE

Michelle DrozdickJune 17, 2020

She’s gazing at you With eyes so vacant It’s as though her brain Has begun to unravel Into a pink flabby Rope dribbling all the way Down her throat to the...

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4 Things

Jesse PradoJune 16, 2020

Intelligence I can entertain a less than intelligent And informed conversation Hell I can start one too Like I remember one of my first editors for being ...

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Cosmology

Andrés PiñaJune 13, 2020

Your voice travels through the space like a little light lost in the darkness....

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change

Jaden RoseJune 11, 2020

it’s okay. i never liked cloudy days anyway. i used to think winter was my favorite season. i am a lake frozen with the land but now fuck. ...

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Complicated

Jason WinchesterJune 1, 2020

it’s 3 am and i’m standing half naked in front of my fridge. it’s still 84 degrees but i don’t really mind it anymore, it makes this all just a little bit ...

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an anxious object

Chris BartonMay 25, 2020

  days go by & saturday is a cough you medicate with an osamu dazai quote:   “ the weak fear happiness itself;”   your pour ora...

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good person

Liam HuntMay 20, 2020

writing this poem will not make you a good person publishing this poem will not make you a good person working hard will not make you a good person paying ta...

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B IS FOR BREAD

Beth BayleyMay 19, 2020

which my ang mo friends here in Singapore seem to think is poison. They are paleo, gnawing on jerky and preferring their food to predate the invention of penici...

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When you leave take the Netflix account with you

Jordan HamelMay 18, 2020

I’ve never felt comfortable walking through cemeteries. Tombstones of our digital journeys served to me as innocent suggestions. A cartoon horse being lead t...

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Tired

Coleman BomarMay 14, 2020

How hard the hearts close on lip tips and soft drip love like clenched teeth as voluptuous lonely samely knows television and only kissing inanimance. Fuc...

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4 Things

Jesse PradoMay 13, 2020

Breakfast Dk what I’m gonna do about the breakfast game through all this Bc I hate buying almond milk Peanut Butter Peanut Butter’s good It’s really good...

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Midnight thoughts

Andrés PiñaMay 12, 2020

There used to be                     a purple cat, si...

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Cinco De Mayo

Courtney CookMay 11, 2020

The morning he broke up with me, he shit his pants. We got a donut shaped as a poop-emoji to commemorate the occasion, singing Miley Cyrus’ The Climb o...

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Day 27 of Quarantine

Austin DavisMay 8, 2020

I stand in my bathrobe on the front porch with my coffee. I take out my flask and return it to my pocket as if I were a kid again and everything bad had to ...

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Spider pinecones

Rebekah MironApril 29, 2020

In the gloaming, chilled pinecones are collected from the mauve gardens. The tallest trees reach for the first stars, the almost silver mirrored in dew. A ginge...

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[To Hell With] The Beyond

Francis DaulerioApril 23, 2020

An excerpt from WITH A DIFFERENCE: Turn your back to the afterlife.                      Kick dust into the eyes of it all.”                                 ...

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from Even the Trees

Joshua YoungApril 15, 2020

# there is a violence in this quiet give us witnesses to the dry sections goddamn, you hold that cig like a champ goddamn, you are not speaking in the car th...

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Bitter-Pit

Sara LongApril 14, 2020

My therapist says she can tell when I’ve not eaten because I look pale, pale honeycombs and peaches with bruises, delicate purple patches thin skin stretch...

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Good Friday 2020

Victoria NordlundApril 13, 2020

It is 2PM and I am on my couch. I hate my brown holey couch. I haven't been out of my house for three weeks.  I am searching   online trying to...

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WEBEX MEETING

Keko PrijateljApril 13, 2020

Flock of seagulls pierce Through my headphones a vision Sirens from the white riviera Azure opal My laptop ...

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19 at 12:49 p.m.

Jose OsegueraApril 7, 2020

In Spanish, the word mama translates to “nurse” or to “fuck with” if you place emphasis on the first syllable— a single word to mean and be the mean of th...

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