How to Be Alive

Leticia Priebe RochaOctober 26, 2022

There is something delicious about witnessing flirtation. A hand extended beyond one bubble onto another, the brush of an arm. Laughter loud, too loud for any...

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Poem where I imagine myself as part of the Donner Party

Leigh ChadwickOctober 3, 2022

I’m scared to eat anyone’s eyes because I’m worried I’ll see their dreams & the sickness each of them carry, or that they will constantly be looking at my i...

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When Candy Becomes a Footnote

Karen CrawfordOctober 3, 2022

The dead girl won’t stop talking. She’s hanging in your room, scrolling through your phone, speaking in hidden hashtags. 1#Deb. 2#Mia. 3#Ana. 4#Sue. She isn’...

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Happy Happy Joy Joy

Maria PrietoOctober 3, 2022

after The Ren & Stimpy Show scrawny dyspeptic chihuahua / eyes reflecting cataclysmic stars / the violence of papilledema / i fear to discover his becomi...

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Pamplemousse La Croix

Zoe ClarkSeptember 23, 2022

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck i type this over and over until it has no meaning your sad flat death tears me open as i look at my iPhone 6 dr...

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I’ve been waiting on you

Kelsey ListerSeptember 23, 2022

I became Clementine on a good day. Wearing a heavy jacket, I ran away to take a walk on the wintered beach. I stepped towards the pier, the cold wind moved me a...

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THE FILLMORE SILVER SPRING, JUNE 22, 2013

K. Tyler ChristensenSeptember 23, 2022

Courtney Love is a strobe— a blue light in a black slip draped in red velvet curtains she stands tall takes requests & pauses when a fan sc...

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Untitled

Saturn GuoSeptember 22, 2022

You are unknown to me, some unprecedented thing of beauty or agony, I'll never know. (I found out). We discover the entropy of each other’s veins before we...

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Pomegranate Popsicle

Morgan BoyerSeptember 21, 2022

Like corn-syrup crimson-colored ice cubes stuck to the wrapper, I sit as the spring turns to summer. It’s funny how the moment spring is gone the specter o...

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You have [3] new messages

AN GraceSeptember 19, 2022

There's a hole under the wire fence where the cats run. I think it bothers my sense of order. Things that should be neat and tidy but instead see fit to tormen...

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I Get Distracted

Cal LaFountainSeptember 5, 2022

I get distracted. I set my brain to tasks like, “Earn some money, call a friend, make a sandwich.” Before I’ve fused the bread my mind is gone on self-made s...

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I Stayed

Teresa BrickeySeptember 5, 2022

For Cosmopolitans, Candy-glossed kisses And chlorophyll filled lungs. I stayed For miracles on 31st street, Drives down Miami, And mostly for the bouqu...

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Ron Livingston And I Share A Birthday

Ashley GoffSeptember 5, 2022

I wear a sundress to the office. No one’s there, just me and my unshaven upper thighs. Sensual central air inspires me to shimmy off my sweaty thong and tos...

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Three Poems On My Path To Spiritual Enlightenment

Benjamin DavisSeptember 5, 2022

1. Yoga It looks like there are penises on my yoga mat. Thousands and thousands of kissing penises. This, I think, is unacceptable. Making a yoga mat does no...

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Two Short Films

Jeffrey ThompsonAugust 25, 2022

1. In seventh grade they showed us a movie, black and white with no words. A poor old lady in Paris cherishes a bean plant that she keeps on a windowsill ...

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Strawberry canyon

Kaleigh SpollenAugust 22, 2022

The landlady named the dog Seven for a reason unknown to us. It was a beautiful name still. Sometimes that’s how it works. The pet lay dreaming always by the...

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LUCID

Zoe Contros KearlAugust 17, 2022

This year the ticks emboldened as leaves greened, emboldened as leaves went gold. Nine degrees last night, French inhale mentholated vapor, scroll ...

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January means “month name” on nameberry.com

Aileen O’DowdAugust 11, 2022

January Jones’ mother named January Jones after January Wayne from Once Is Not Enough, a 1973 novel by Jacqueline Susann. Jacqueline Susann. Not to be confused ...

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i’m so sorry about all the nostalgia I just left at your door

Erin MizrahiAugust 8, 2022

remember when everyone was watching heroes on divx / or megavideo / or whatever / u have an ibook //  plz don’t google ibook // there’s a general sense of optim...

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Dino-Friendly Prom

Jessica GleasonAugust 2, 2022

In my dreams, I’m dancing with a dinosaur whose arms are never long enough to fully enclose me, whose skin scratches my naked arms like a sequined-nightmar...

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THE GUTS OF 80s KIDS

Jessica ManackJuly 31, 2022

Our Tanged intestines sparkle. We survived, guts Gonzo Graped and Purplesaurus Rexed. No one had heard of Yellow Number 5. Our mothers always tried to do th...

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On Plagiarising the Afternoon of the 30th of May 2021

Brighton GraceJuly 25, 2022

Children corkscrewing into an oblivion, launched from A jumping castle at a birthday party during a dust bowl. My shadow still on the tangerine hills, Crack...

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Capturing a sunset on an iPhone 6

Lucia GallipoliJuly 11, 2022

the sky fades to pink & you’re the orange enveloping it I record your glow in blue light knowing you’ll soon recede when I show my friends I swear ...

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Rainbow Skyline

Michelle DrozdickJuly 5, 2022

We drove from East 91st Street and 2nd Avenue All the way to your place in the middle of Brooklyn The night gay marriage was legalized. The Manhattan skyli...

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suddenly free to make steak and a music video

Teddy VrountasJune 28, 2022

poured some red wine i bought for the date who canceled. signed up for a CrossFit class. said out loud, “we all die alone.” said out loud again, “we all di...

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Moon Sirens Drink Taco Bell Cheese Sauce

Kelli LageJune 24, 2022

Horizon lit by flickers of a Taco Bell sign. Magenta and navy hues seep into my face. The lowest fragment of midnight. I wonder if these unworshipped grounds...

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SUCCESS AND THE CITY

Nicolette ReimJune 21, 2022

It’s winter and the next-door neighbor wants to take his dog to work, gets a wagon with a plastic top, attaches it to a bicycle. They take off. The asymmetr...

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On My Mind at 2 AM

Jeana MahanJune 7, 2022

Google search 1/21/22 2:06 am   Am I too old for a sugar daddy?   Google search 1/30/22 2:09 am   Is Tinder worth it?   Goog...

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Ethically Speaking

Meghann BoltzMay 29, 2022

What you want from the center of the flower would be considered extortion & I have a headache. I want to make you sick so you can feel how I feel. No oth...

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All There Is

Michelle DrozdickMay 26, 2022

Little girl hypnotized by dust particles floating in a beam of light Realizing she exists and finding it beautifully absurd...

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