Shovel | Roots| Dawn | Stray | Puddle Randi WardAugust 1, 2015 Shovel Seems as though I never dug a hole where I didn’t hit stone. Roots There’s no tearing your self up by the ro... Poetry0 Comments
Three Poems by Douglas Luman Douglas LumanAugust 1, 2015 Douglas Luman is the Book Reviews Editor at the Found Poetry Review, Editor of So to Speak, and Assistant Poetry Editor at Stillhouse Press. He ... Poetry0 Comments
Muslim Neighbor Blake WallinAugust 1, 2015 Muslim Neighbor Trying to ride out this newfound freedom, All your homophobia coalesces into something Beyond your control, skyscra... Poetry1 Comment
excuse to drink coffee | getting lost | pot of coffee | the smell 1| cool spot David HowertonAugust 1, 2015 excuse to drink coffee Clouds gray moving east almost saturated. A few drops touch head shoulders page of book flip book close... Poetry0 Comments
On Rejection | Enabling You | Necessitous Laurie KolpAugust 1, 2015 On Rejection Sometimes waves appear to me in dreams swimming ear to ear I hear them strengthen their inky fins following my wake heaving i... Poetry0 Comments
I’ll Be More Together | This Big Bed | Observe The Blood Daniel M. ShapiroJuly 1, 2015 I’ll Be More Together His father always bursts in, sticks a finger too close, scolds him for wasting time on doodles. Continuing makes him a true a... Poetry3 Comments
It Hit Me Too Hard | Spectacle Eric LarshJuly 1, 2015 It Hit Me Too Hard I opened my mouth wide, as if to yawn. Instead, I released a primal yell and - first-class - a burning fury and perpetual. I wa... Poetry0 Comments
Boy Soldier | Flying To California Azia DuPontJuly 1, 2015 Boy Soldier Boy soldier is 9 years old. Over the course of 9 months He’s shot over 900 people. Boy soldier likes when the gun Goes boom. ... Poetry2 Comments
The soul of Walt Whitman has gone into the ocean Luis NeerJuly 1, 2015 The soul of Walt Whitman has gone into the ocean and I like to picture myself there, barefoot as the tide washes in, accepting the wind into ... Poetry0 Comments
Deconstruction William JamesJuly 1, 2015 Deconstruction IV: All words used in this poem taken from the album "Prowler In The Yard" by Pig Destroyer The crescent moon whispers &nb... Poetry0 Comments
INHERITANCE |CULTIVAR |FOR EVE |THE SHAPE OF SOUND Myra PearsonJuly 1, 2015 INHERITANCE If I am half of you equally, who am I alone, what is a body? Sea stars make new arms, they have to reach ... Poetry0 Comments
Hourglass |Theseus’ Distance|You Go Every Direction |And X-Ray Vision | Pineblooded Nolan LiebertJuly 1, 2015 Hourglass Give me back the days when I was the beach and you were the ocean, kissing me but tasting sand; would you please churn your deep volcanoe... Poetry1 Comment
Zoloft |Armadillidiidae |The Peacock and Pink Floyd Sarah MoranJuly 1, 2015 Zoloft An evening with Zoloft is mellow. It’s Otis Redding and a glass of wine. A quiet movie and the laughter shared between two lovers. It’s a po... Poetry0 Comments
Watching Godzilla While Trying To Forget My Ex | Cures Kelsey WioraJune 1, 2015 Watching Godzilla While Trying To Forget My Ex Monster's awake: citywide blackout like a cloth over eyes. Radiation thr... Poetry0 Comments
Drinking Mate with Mao Juan IdiazabalJune 1, 2015 Little Terracotta Warriors We march, since we’re little, we march, little terracotta warriors we train our body, &nb... Poetry0 Comments
Saturn Luis NeerJune 1, 2015 Saturn I. I need to take my typewriter out of this room I need to take my body out of this room Leave the computer The shoes The boo... Poetry0 Comments
Gather the Stones |Houses that don’t have music breed criminals Shinjini BhattacharjeeJune 1, 2015 Gather the Stones First, a surprised fist, sealed with the mouth of a roaming sun. The woman handling the doves she pulls out from the ears of litt... Poetry0 Comments
Some Wasted Parts | Senseless Michael AshbyMay 1, 2015 Some Wasted Parts Their minds were deflating in some sort of vacuum we had found somewhere between home and here. The mice ran to the edge... Poetry0 Comments
Countless Lines Blue WavesMay 1, 2015 Countless Lines In the stars they celebrate the day of countless lines I lay down in my sandwich bed I am trying to catch all of them  ... Poetry0 Comments
RUSTED FIRE ESCAPE | SIRS PARCHMENT | THE KING OF SAN FERNANDO STREET Gary SinghMay 1, 2015 RUSTED FIRE ESCAPE (Tu Fu, the Tang Dynasty Poet of Suburban Wasteland America Considers Urban Hi-rise Development) In the business improvement ... Poetry0 Comments
Why I Hate Poetry Thomas SnarskyMay 1, 2015 Why I Hate Poetry “Beauty is a tooth.” —John Beer Churning through universes of midnight rain, The Tooth Fairy® came clean at la... Poetry1 Comment
Pool Hayley HudsonMay 1, 2015 Pool "I appreciate your honesty," the first text read. As more roll in, bubbles of blue idly dropping ... Poetry0 Comments
Monster of Temptation | Mountains of Negativity Z.M. WiseMay 1, 2015 Monster of Temptation Only the shy ones stave off the producing masses of opportunities that create such chaos and blow it out of mystic prop... Poetry0 Comments
I Need to View This .pdf File | Love Poem August SmithApril 1, 2015 I Need to View This .pdf File but my laptop is almost dead and the cord isn’t long enough to reach the distant outlet in the library but that... Poetry3 Comments
The Apple Falls: A Comic Strip in 5 Panels Andrew CollardApril 1, 2015 The Apple Falls: A Comic Strip in 5 Panels 1. Home is written on every wall with the carcasses of killed insects, an un-pain... Poetry0 Comments
wary the years were when Jonathan DickApril 1, 2015 wary the years were when i am the one who sleeps in his head the one who dares to be, dead eyes like a cow grows, hello ... Poetry0 Comments
A Suburban Walk At 2 AM Matthew ColemanApril 1, 2015 Word Breath My love, I have kidnapped the gossip of hospital beds and trapped it in a cemetery of air. I eat ba... Poetry0 Comments
Voicemail Lydia HavensApril 1, 2015 Voicemail Did you know I cut off all of my hair for you? Took my grandmother’s little old sewing scissors and chopped from the roots until my... Poetry2 Comments
Dame à la Capuche | Moon Cycle Sonya VatomskyMarch 1, 2015 Dame à la Capuche Living is long hair, unmanageable in mornings and hanging around like a shadow, a family name, an unshakeable identity you sha... Poetry1 Comment
Secular Penance Blake WallinMarch 1, 2015 Secular Penance so quiet on this unit but a girl took her life here – accidents happen. I think back on threefold therapy, Ma... Poetry0 Comments