Poetry

Please Pay Attention

Lucy Zhang
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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Before Bed

Zac Smith
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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APPLESAUCE

Michelle Drozdick
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 Prado
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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change

Jaden Rose
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 Winchester
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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good person

Liam Hunt
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 Bayley
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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Tired

Coleman Bomar
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 Prado
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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Cinco De Mayo

Courtney Cook
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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Spider pinecones

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