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Michael AlbrightMay 31, 2016

there aren't many new ones surfacing anymore five years down the line & who knows why this draws me? I know even though I can't see them people are dying ...

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CONSIDERATIONS

Kevin BertoleroMay 24, 2016

They tell me that youth is a virtue, but when will it stop feeling like a limitation on my lifestyle?   My parents married at twenty-two and I can’t...

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A User’s Guide to Owning a Heart

Hannah Rose NeuhauserMay 17, 2016

1) Make sure you have one. When you feel an infant’s milk breath on your skin, do you experience a seismic shift in your ribs? You are in luck. If not, place yo...

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Betty White

Meg JohnsonMay 12, 2016

Betty White, can I cry on your shoulder? My breasts are like mood rings, they already understand. I want to wear a mood ring as an adult and not feel...

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from Coyote

Zachary CosbyMay 10, 2016

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Shannon CawleyMay 3, 2016

I SWALLOW THIS TAR MY TONGUE SCREAMS INTO THE OBLIVION FOR HELP THEY CANT SEND THE SMOKE SIGNAL HIGH ENOUGH, THIS HEAVINESS IS AN OLD FRIEND AND I WISHED THE...

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Vaporized, Reveal

Randee SilvApril 26, 2016

Vaporized: Crosslegged under a rain-tight roof, inflated shuffles migrate. He switches his what with her that during a 60 second lull. Wobbling, I gravitate t...

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Dan JacobyApril 19, 2016

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Non Finito, or Propositions of Civilization

Ori FienbergApril 14, 2016

No one knew their child’s first word, but parents remembered their squalled first note, and whether it had been flat or sharp. The most successful business in ...

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LEFTOVER GIRL

Ann BlackburnApril 12, 2016

To write myself, I filled an inkwell with remnants from my clothed wrist and drew a needle into my vein;   I engraved memories in the shower, tiles sp...

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Packaged Vacationer

Neil WardropApril 5, 2016

I have met pale folks who toil in cubicles,                    ...

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Hostile Universe

Taylor NapolskyMarch 29, 2016

They actually went all the way there, there is a bottle of juice at Whole Foods that costs ten dollars   I didn’t buy it (I would never) and every per...

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ABSENTEE POEM

Samantha MadwayMarch 22, 2016

It’s when we are near— in the same room or closer still, say, sitting side by side—that I miss you most. When we’re truly apart, it’s okay, expected, to ...

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Close, But No Cigar

Brenna WomerMarch 1, 2016

I wanted him to fuck me, until he said he wanted to. Until he forced it into language, syllables you can count on one hand....

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after Millhauser

Davis LandFebruary 1, 2016

& biting the fruit, Alice, falling,   sees the chapel. there’s a method to it,   meaning anything other than us, the thing which is slow &n...

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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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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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