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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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THEY HAD FUCKED ONCE, BUT NOW | FUSEBOX | AS IF I TOO

Yosef RosenMarch 1, 2015

THEY HAD FUCKED ONCE, BUT NOW   —their tongues were ossified, throats sewn   into stone sarcophagi, cemented shut with recollection’s s...

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Sit-ups

Cassandra VerhaegenMarch 1, 2015

sit-ups   familiar voices crooning their throats cool against coat hangers eat that romanticized orange and pick the peels apart with knives until the ...

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Territory | Embers

Terrell Jamal TerryMarch 1, 2015

Territory    Toy hugs and sex can’t heal the flat way I fell. But a scarf of dust is enough to grind through this soft ground. In a bleeding dream my...

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WEIGHTS AND MEASURES OF NAMES

Jake MatkovMarch 1, 2015

WEIGHTS AND MEASURES OF NAMES   A body found stuck to Hello My Name Is sticker. Fag. Gay. Queer.   Hours rearranging words tacked to...

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Synthesis

Dan JacobyFebruary 1, 2015

Synthesis   excised synthetic sweat in a shot glass perspiration of cage fighters, lovers somehow collected at climax using gas chromatogra...

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Buffalo Poems

Matthew ColemanFebruary 1, 2015

  Crowded Winter     She stole the car to protest sleep’s abandonment. The ovation was given when the middle of winter found his vo...

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Night of The Full Moon | As Soon As I Step Away

Jorge SanchezFebruary 1, 2015

  Night of the Full Moon   I have nothing to write except the rattle against the window, the sound of encroaching winter. The gra...

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