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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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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. ...

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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 ...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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  ...

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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 ...

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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...

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Pool

Hayley HudsonMay 1, 2015

Pool     "I appreciate your honesty,"   the first text read.   As more roll in,   bubbles of blue idly dropping ...

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