Bees or Something.

Alex StoneFebruary 1, 2016

i find the world to be mostly tolerant of me which is boring to me it shouldn’t be, i guess it should be preferable but no, i don’t really like nicen...

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Scraping the Sky, Scratching the Surface

Z.M. WiseFebruary 1, 2016

Looming over subways and cornering passersby on walkways, these concrete and metal giants tower the fleshlings with Steel intentions, impenetrable to remors...

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eating fruit | notes | we used to live together, but now we don’t and that’s ok

Adrian RojasFebruary 1, 2016

eating fruit   i catch myself inheriting things that you say into my everyday conversations, and thinking abt it makes it feel like i’m tasting dried ...

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First Kiss

Dustin PearsonFebruary 1, 2016

He was training me to be revolutionary. We spent late nights watching Al Jazeera and eating hummus, me learning from him what news without bias watched lik...

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tabloid depression

Amanda DissingerFebruary 1, 2016

today i opened US Weekly read the “25 things you didn’ t know about me column” learned 25 things about a celebrity I didn’t give a shit about wondered what...

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A POEM FOR OCCUPY, 4 YEARS LATER |ELECTION CYCLE

Nick NicoludisJanuary 1, 2016

A POEM FOR OCCUPY, 4 YEARS LATER   I write the same poems over and over trying to send them into space.   While we are still asking: CAN WE ...

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JUNK

Sam SilvaJanuary 1, 2016

JUNK   Moan the quiet night! All of the music is upstairs ...the stereo is there.   The cigarettes I light give a purpose to my thoughts .....

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On Being a Woman

Brittany SwensonJanuary 1, 2016

On Being a Woman   1. silence demanded itself justly, and the ringed vowels of a past confession escaped -- fled from the present, no longer haunte...

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Everything, a personal history

Maribeth TherouxJanuary 1, 2016

Everything, a personal history   Earliest memory: Looking at ants on peony buds while a black man looks at me. No, looking away from ants on peony...

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PUPSHEPUP SHEPUPSHE

Doug SteeleJanuary 1, 2016

PUPSHEPUP SHEPUPSHE   Pup She, a jingling swaggering wagger ‘err   Pushe...

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Maddening Libs

Julianne NeelyJanuary 1, 2016

      Julianne Neely, 23, is a poet and screenwriter from New York. She loves Harry Potter but dislikes autobiographical stateme...

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Google Knocked

Gary SinghDecember 1, 2015

Google Knocked   Google knocked on my front page and pushed its way in, deciding just for me, the most worthy headlines of the morning, like the bat...

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Cherry blossoms

Nooks KrannieDecember 1, 2015

Cherry blossoms   In cherry blossoms, where the grass is not greener but take-out has tiny faces that grow under our toes. I saw you there, you were f...

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choose your own

Carrie NassifDecember 1, 2015

choose your own     1                     gummed palms white knuckle 2                     a gristly rope 3                            ...

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Degenerate’s Dogma

Tyrone TownsendDecember 1, 2015

Degenerate’s Dogma Ever woke up to one of those days feeling like God took a dump on you? It’s always the day after a decent hangover or “one of those days.”...

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NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH | SUPERBITCH | THESE KIDS TODAY

Emily O'NeillNovember 1, 2015

NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH   ACT ONE   Begin with death solidly buried in subtext. The suburbs will disturb themselves with boredom or (worse) en...

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The Reality of Defeatism

Heath BrougherNovember 1, 2015

The Reality of Defeatism Evolution put forth competition               /I am aware of defea...

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Boy who swallows the earth in 10 breaths

Ashley MaoNovember 1, 2015

Boy who swallows the earth in 10 breaths 1. Little boy, with that unfiltered swallow, Green-duffle hood and angry deep brown eyes.   2. Eyes t...

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We Try to Remember the stages of grief

Emily GrafNovember 1, 2015

We try to remember the Stages of Grief                   1) a vase of carnati...

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vertebrate

Joyce ChongNovember 1, 2015

vertebrate   he uses my spine as a doorstop, lets the angular bone of my first lumbar prop books open, & sometimes acts as a hastily found paperwei...

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Calaveras

Sarah MoranNovember 1, 2015

The Calavera is a Mexican form of satire poetry, usually poking fun at individuals who are alive. The poems are written like epitaphs.     Wes...

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Analog Dreams

Zach BenardOctober 1, 2015

Analog Dreams   You came to me in cave paintings, in vibrant vibrations, in a magnitude of otherworldly measures. And you explore your entrances and...

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You Have a Stream

Olivia OlsonOctober 1, 2015

You Have a Stream   in your kitchen. You hear it all day long—checked the faucet, it was fine, nothing leaking. You had the rental office send someone,...

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THE UNIVERSE IS FILLED WITH LOTS OF BAD PEOPLE BUT AT LEAST YOU’RE STILL HERE

Shawn BermanOctober 1, 2015

THE UNIVERSE IS FILLED WITH LOTS OF BAD PEOPLE BUT AT LEAST YOU’RE STILL HERE   In a moment of weakness, I decided to create a self-help YouTube channe...

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Pep Talk from Sisyphus

Michael St. JohnOctober 1, 2015

Pep Talk from Sisyphus   When you feel apple vinegar in the open scabs of the webs of your writing fingers, that blend of shame and doubt brewed...

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bent, not broken | remember

Grace BlackSeptember 1, 2015

bent, Not broken   i am the interpretive dance you couldn't decipher because you read with airs in your teeth splitting hairs and turning grey ...

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The Opposite of What is Familiar

Courtney GustafsonSeptember 1, 2015

The Opposite of What is Familiar     I.   Give me a morning glassine yellow after a storm, days humid enough to make salt stick. We...

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Sugar Hill | Hudson

Devin KellySeptember 1, 2015

Sugar Hill Once, I tried to describe sex to a stranger. I was drunk and he was watching a baseball game at the bar. I said sex was an extension of bodies...

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what is the difference, between a human? | the truth of childhood descending

Jonathan DickSeptember 1, 2015

what is the difference, between a human?   we are not red within the rainbow, nor are we death, but we are the violent asteroid belt, found between...

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I still live at my parents’ house |the bridge | jarhead emoji

Johnny KioskSeptember 1, 2015

I still live at my parents’ house/leaking tv metadata   You come over and lie on the bed with me   since I do not have accommodations for &nb...

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