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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Thy Flaming Hearts Brotherhood Customer Support Committee

Montana ThomasSeptember 21, 2021

Sitting there like a forgotten 7Up in the barn on a hot day. You’re all dirty again, dumb dumb — nobody’s fault but your own. The whipped cream is not for shav...

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the art class bastard

Catherine WrightSeptember 14, 2021

the woman in the bucolic skirt says “draw 4 faces” (i pull at my hair) the 4 faces i find are ladies: the first is static, statuesque her face twist...

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Hide-And-Seek

Sara PotocsnyAugust 25, 2021

My son tells me to close my eyes and count to ten, but then remains standing feet away, hands over his face, giggling wildly. I’ve tried to explain to him where...

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THE CROSSWORD

Benjamin HarnettAugust 18, 2021

One day I discovered I could reliably finish the Sunday puzzle all on my own. We used to do them together as a family, Mom, Dad, even my little brother, so...

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Life’s Minutia Without The Cringe

Lucia GallipoliAugust 16, 2021

I am in Walgreens and “Happy” by Pharrell plays and I wonder if either one of the two people who are, to me, the same Sopranos-loving person, experience similar...

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If I were a Simpsons Character, which one would I be

Matt McGuirkAugust 12, 2021

These are the big questions I get asked as a high school English teacher. What a loaded question and you know all the students are going to over analyze the r...

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Self-Portrait as Blah Blah Blah, Etc.

Gabrielle Grace HoganAugust 2, 2021

Cursive is a dead art, like sex or poetry. I said I wouldn’t write any more sex poems, but I’m not writing about sex, I’m writing about loneliness & the mort...

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Will the real slim shady please sit the fuck down?

Sofia MaherJuly 21, 2021

I'm the token brown girl at a black and white trash party / my best friend plays goosebumps on mute and Britney on blast / the ceiling is a window with the mo...

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AFTER 20 YEARS THE WACHOWSKIS RELEASE AN ALTERNATIVE VERSION OF THE MATRIX IN WHICH KEANU ENDS UP TAKING THE BLUE PILL

Shawn BermanJuly 15, 2021

instead of snapping out of the matrix   and dodging bullets at back-breaking slo-mo speed   neo continues on with life   as he ...

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interpreting dreams

Kianna GreeneJuly 14, 2021

last night, I dreamt of a jungle gym in my living room, but instead of being children, we were adults trying to fit back into the smaller parts of ourselves. so...

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Reflecting Trey

Brandon MundenJuly 6, 2021

While you were gone I got older I was OK though and I've been OK since then more Often than not My soul ached some I breathed Joy God and I and everyone...

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Struck

Anthony AgueroJune 28, 2021

I don’t remember how it happened. Just the removal and glass meeting the skin, And it was my skin I meant to say, And, oh, that I might have loved him. I d...

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my name is Dave and I like to party

D.T. RobbinsJune 25, 2021

I used to take my empty beer cans and duct tape them to the bottom of my new beer cans I kinda wish I’d done that throughout my whole life That way I could ...

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Ghost Theory

Travis Wayne DentonJune 14, 2021

As in Hamlet, , everything begins by the apparition of a specter. More precisely, by the waiting for this apparition. this, the thing (“this thing”) will...

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Obsessive Compulsive Insomniac

Austin DavisJune 3, 2021

i don’t remember the last time i slept through the night i’m so exhausted my bones feel like soldiers who shot themselves in war & were sent home to the...

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sometimes

Zoe MessingerMay 17, 2021

sometimes i love you and sometimes you make me sick. once i indulge i can’t go back to none of you....

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