I was supposed to have been there for you, a specter
standing fringe-like in the pall. I am not alone
in this absence, yet I still long to be a part,
to be a...
when middle aged ladies at your mom’s
birthday party
in Olive Garden compliment the black dress
you bought yesterday
and tell you you’re getting too...
At the Corner Store today,
I asked the girl behind the counter
if she had any blue lighters back there.
“Yeah,” she said, “blue cheese is over there.”
She...
Night, I ask you
every question as
if you were some
errant forum. It must
be your knowing air.
This is not meant to
annoy you—no—this
probing’s my shape
...
Hi my name is Hard to Deal With. I like long walks to the pantry and trying new types of cereal. Mindfulness is the new tolerant, but I’m your crazy ex-girlfri...
it’s 7:37 pm and all i can think about is the feeling i have in the pit of my stomach.
everything felt different today. you barely snapped me. you seemed lik...
You set a record tonight
You’re in the books with kisses and apologies
With the pulling of polite
Teeth, massaging egos never
Meant to be taken seri...
It might not save the country, but if I can tell my neighbor to stop playing with
motorcycle engines after 10 PM, we will have won something. Even better if ...
IM AT THE TASTEE FREEZ ON ARMITAGE WITH A CHOCO-BANANA SHAKE RUMBLING THRU MY GUT / DON’T LOOK AT MY KNEE TATTOOS LIKE THAT MAN UR BIG WHITE FACE IS 2 CLOSE 2 M...
my crush / on you-- reproduces by budding / it grows tiny new crushes on its skin / a new crush on the slightness of your hands / on the collar of your shirt cu...
You said my mattress
was too soft. We’d sink
into the middle, swallowed
whole, every night, bodies
clunking, angular hard parts
drunk without light. Spelunking
...
Allison Cobb is a writer based in Portland, Oregon. Her work includes After We All Died (Ahsahta Press); Green-Wood (Factory School); Plastic: an autobiograph...
i love you, it looks like rain is the first full length collection of poetry and short fiction from New-Orleans based poet June Gehringer. It was publi...
in the beginning, god was a fifteen-year-old girl & in the beginning, the earth was without form and void, and so god created MySpace & god wore sleevel...
stealing beasts / i plant gardens / o look look breasts are covering my beasts i’m stealing skin freckles and naming them ‘death’ it’s red like moons all of the...
This mutual experience ends up a relentless elysian river of mutilation and I go everywhere peeled and pleading against your martyred love,
I need your words d...
In this arbitrary assemblage of micro fiction, the importance of place is indirectly questioned. Can a person be anchored by what’s most familiar? Can roots fro...
It’s been 13 hours since my last meal—
chocolate chip bagel (no cream cheese)
from Panera Bread.
I’m in the on-campus elevator,
and I start to feel
...
If I were in a horror film, taking showers alone at home would be riveting:
The bathroom’s misty. Mirror’s fogged up, and while I wouldn’t notice it ye...
Maria riding down the freeway 70 miles an hour
my red corvette is a greyhound
$50 for 5 hours to Chicago bag full of latex
so my rattlesnake doesn't si...
My cat won’t eat alone. I too prefer company when using the sharpened ends of my bones to turn someone else’s body into my body. So I sit on the floor with my ...
glass bottles lining the refrigerator / ready to go off / like
fireworks / their contents / staining the little hands full of /
plastic jewels / found in the ...
Look here: this is Lucy’s life. It’s covered in rust, because Lucy prefers it that way. It’s a flesh ball of dirt, blood and memory that Lucy holds in her own h...
i am writing this from my grave.
my nails are torn, bloody,
worn down from scratching at the lid
of the coffin you made for me.
i was very pretty once,
before y...