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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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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for joanna love

Patti CreamerMay 5, 2021

before I was born I was noiseless, nothingness now I have clasps holding my jaw wide open my tonsils and my teeth are humiliated, lucent b...

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Sudden Death in Late Summer

Montgomery MaxtonMay 4, 2021

August is swamp month in New York City. At a cool wine bar in Brooklyn Heights we order the mains of brunch. An egg— where everything begins, and a ...

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The World Through A Poet’s Eyes: An Interview with Dani Putney

Gauraa ShekharApril 30, 2021

Dani Putney’s Salamat sa Intersectionality is a raw and tender interrogation of identity. Divided into three panels—‘Youthful Absolution’, ‘Salted Pores’, and ‘...

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A Shape-Shifting Flow Morphs Into its Final Form: An Interview with Christine Shan Shan Hou

Gauraa ShekharApril 23, 2021

The latest collection from Christine Shan Shan Hou is smart, evocative, and at times so quiet, you can hear the sound of a thought forming, and then evaporating...

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It Tasted Like That One Summer

Ryan NormanApril 20, 2021

Sometimes I think I would give anything to taste that summer again. Your sweat, my sweat. You tasted of apples and grass and Tennessee whiskey. I tasted of you ...

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Existential Poem on a Monday

Susan L. LearyMarch 8, 2021

People die all the time on a Monday because the science behind it is so elegant. One more thing crossed off the to-do list: brush your teeth, make coffee, catch...

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Unpolished

Victoria NordlundFebruary 16, 2021

You sip your Fit Vine wine from your filled-to-the-top Yeti.  You don’t want to get up to pour more. Or, maybe, you want to say you only have one “glass” a nigh...

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Grief

Jamie ValentinoFebruary 10, 2021

Grief doesn’t evaporate into the sunlight of the morning. It’s heavier than the infinite raindrops falling, entrapping us with memories of stormy nights. ...

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“Butcher” Bird Arrested in Series of North American Killings

Aidan DanielFebruary 8, 2021

Police report the arrest of a creature believed to be responsible for the recent slaying of dozens of small animals in the immediate area. Victims include small...

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When I meet someone new I want to warn them but instead I ask questions

Isabelle CorreaFebruary 2, 2021

where do you call home how many siblings do you have how many do you actually like— meanwhile the music is snow without mountains and there’s a dog in the...

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Similar Landscapes

Elli SamuelsDecember 14, 2020

I have hidden the last fraction of chocolate cake on a dish, far back in the fridge, tented with foil, behind the yellow mustard standing beside the ...

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John Wick Gets Lost in a Corn Maze Outside Reedsburg, Wisconsin

Chloe N. ClarkNovember 16, 2020

Viewed from the sky, all plots of land look As if they could belong to anyone All cornfields carved with purpose Seem like they were painted By time and hea...

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She Names the Cardboard Clouds

Benjamin NiespodzianyOctober 29, 2020

  the audience is asked to bring their own mattresses - the theater is flatter without chairs – the audience pat their mattresses where they can - the ...

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Remixed Medical Notes After Strategic Obfuscation

Charles J. March IIIOctober 26, 2020

Orange Juice Withdrawal   33-year-old male with history of dependency since 2004 presents for detox. Patient has been consuming orange juice. He has ...

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boondock saints

alexis briscusoOctober 23, 2020

the poetry of your face when i look at it has dwindled and trailed off like you tend to when you don't know what to say. i have to field that reaction from you ...

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107 degrees

Austin DavisOctober 6, 2020

i’m sitting in the driveway at 6:24 pm running my hands through black gravel and Arizona flower bits i’m sad i need comfort but my face feels like a...

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I don’t care! I would rather sink than ask Brad for help!

Victoria NordlundOctober 5, 2020

After Drowning Girl, by Roy Lichenstein   So, this is not a satisfying conclusion to the blue-haired drowning girl's story. Roy didn't even bother...

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