Tobiko Inquiry 

Juliet Cook and j/j hastainJune 13, 2017

Sugar cookies with blood red frosting. A punch card of Uber rides paid for by the same person who slipped something in my drink. This cocktail won't stop ...

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“I was so bored before I got born” An Interview with Sarah Jean Grimm

Greg ZorkoJune 10, 2017

Sarah Jean Grimm is the author of Soft Focus, the winner of the 2016 Metatron Prize. She lives in Brooklyn, New York and is a founding editor of Powderkeg Magaz...

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Stilleven

Gregory CrosbyJune 8, 2017

A painting is a permanent present tense, an app that does one thing, & one thing, lonely. Scroll down. There's the gallery floor, glowing. There's ...

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divebar poem

Emily CorwinJune 6, 2017

I could be drunk anywhere on this earth—you could be at a far-off remoteness or your mouth hovering over my pretty mandible. I cannot tell anymore if the stain ...

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Squids in Love, and other Absurdisms: Thoughts on Michael Sikkema’s Chapbook

Laura KnicklebineMay 29, 2017

It’s hard to pin this little book up against proper scenery. Sikkema throws it around too quickly, like a noxious ball of fire. Poems tumble in the depths of ou...

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For SL

Jennifer MacBain-StephenMay 23, 2017

She knows me a like a rain resistant skirt or a fabulist prose poem. Her red hair mop full of sprig and twinkle. We speak the same leaps and jumps, miss the off...

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I have to be me

Alex BastianiniMay 22, 2017

And, yet, I have a pen I have to drop a pen And go to and be me Where is Be Me? An auxiliary, A state of being of Me, or Where is Me to be? i.e. When i...

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wait time

Jade RiordanMay 16, 2017

i am waiting for this year to end or even split down the middle....

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ENTROPY

James Croal JacksonMay 3, 2017

the mylar unicorn balloon juts out of my moodlighting lamp & won’t lose air sealed lips but the horn’s starting to sag it’s not sad it’s entropy how slowly t...

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A cold, lonely planet | considering philosophy at 2pm on thursday because i don’t have a real job

Johnny KioskMay 2, 2017

A cold, lonely planet   you are accelerating at a rate of leaving behind everything you ever cared about   you are hoping to achieve a terminal...

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Parts of a Conversation on Michigan Ave

Maximus AdarveApril 26, 2017

Trade a coffee maker for a pack of cigarettes, and throw rotten oranges out the apartment window at people on the street, supposed to storm on Friday, ...

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Άλφα βῆτα Ωμέγα 

Rose KnappApril 25, 2017

La Cosa Nostra Dumas Life ist performative Plato Smoke spews from pews Xcept when das ist nacht Aristotle ArabiAlles Gha Zalli Zoroastrian Vespuc...

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To Oslo, With Love: Thoughts on Julia Johanne Toho’s New Chapbook

Laura KnicklebineApril 23, 2017

August, and the Snow has Just Melted is like a collection of postcards transcribed from a melancholy language. It’s mixed with English, Norwegian and some heavy...

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Ignorance: The Hornbook

E.B. SchneppApril 18, 2017

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And I Substitute Them with My Own.

Caleb PainterApril 13, 2017

I re jec t yo ur co nventi onal wr iting st andards....

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3:11 am

Dan DormanApril 11, 2017

I wake up during the witching hour in a disappointing body...

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Here are some things a person can say that are not, “Can I help you?”

Katlin WalkerApril 5, 2017

  Do you want to learn to breathe fire tomorrow? Can I come home with you, quiet like fog, buy your groceries and mop your kitchen floor, beat the rug...

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Silk

Denise Nichole AndrewsMarch 30, 2017

Sew me up with the silk of spiders before I am eaten alive. If I am exposed and the birds find me they will poke and prod until I come undone. But if I ...

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Google Knocked, Part Two

Gary SinghMarch 29, 2017

Google News comes a knocking, one more daily dissemination of sensation to my display: Ding dong, Carrie the princess is dead, the Habs beat Pittsburgh and s...

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one time i went on a date to a poetry slam with a guy who wasn’t you

Annie McQuadeMarch 28, 2017

it’s not like you and i ever really went together, we sort of just orbited around one another. it’s kind of like you were Saturn, and i was one of your many mo...

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Millennial Love Song after Yehuda Amichai

Samuel J FoxMarch 23, 2017

Notice how they sit on a park bench, the sun hanging overhead, photobombing in the backdrop. It used to be that we used other people to heal ourselves from pa...

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I THINK THERES ALWAYS A SUBTEXT TO COMPLIMENTS AND IT MAKES ME A BAD CONVERSATIONALIST

Prairie M. FaulMarch 16, 2017

One morning i awoke & folded myself into 16 pieces Tore off strips for passerby Till i lived everywhere But home When i think about growth i hear a th...

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Untitled

Kelsey GrayMarch 9, 2017

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The General Consensus of X During the Bombing of Y

Chris MileaMarch 7, 2017

Symmetry and parallelism are identifiable everywhere. Remember after the Y massacre, before the summer/spring/winter bombing of month year X? The same year, co...

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Poems to text your boyfriend

Megan P.March 2, 2017

we haven’t even had that much sex to indie music someone should take away our tote bags and fancy pens isn’t that how it’s supposed to go? you buy the things...

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In a Studio, In Chicago, I Write a Review: Thoughts on Shy Watson’s New Chapbook

Laura KnicklebineFebruary 26, 2017

Shy Watson’s candid chapbook leaves something to be desired-something specific. It narrates a suffocating crush. A hopeless attraction, detrimental to a young p...

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Couple Arrested for Assaulting Each Other With Pizza Rolls

Jaclyn GrimmFebruary 16, 2017

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12 O’Clock News II

M. WrightFebruary 15, 2017

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5 Poems

Kyle FlakFebruary 8, 2017

ANOTHER POEM FOR MY NEW SECRET CRUSH   what a weird fucking day i almost got up the courage to shave / call you it probably rained all day i...

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I want to be dead

Kathleen RadiganFebruary 2, 2017

and live in a mansion whose walls crawl with ivy. A trench coat on my skeleton. I want to be dead in a necklace of gold teeth and start brush-fires on mounta...

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