Wing Play

Rebecca LongJune 19, 2024

On our first date, I asked what you like to watch. You said hockey. You asked what I like to read. I told you books about romance and dragons and men with bat w...

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Notes To A Hollywood Poem

Malik SelleJune 13, 2024

Spy Wednesday/Maundy Thursday performing in Los Angeles and in the Bowl Annie Lenox Hollywood Starlet group easter bunny and eggs and chocolate bathing beau...

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Melancholy Fantasies (Inspired by “Please Please let me get what I want” by The Smiths)

Ethan McKnightJune 7, 2024

The last five minutes of dreams Seems to give me the ending I would want my movie to have Always viewed through An old distorted vhs Like an old family h...

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My Mother’s Love Affair with Robert Smith

M.R. MandellJune 5, 2024

She saw him on Carson and confessed she was madly in love with his tangled black hair, liner traced eyes, and lips brushed with the same Cherry Red she...

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from The Failed-Love Factory Auction Catalog

Arlene Ang and Valerie FoxMay 22, 2024

(a collaborative poem) Lot#001 There are too many kinds of failed love to account for, but let’s try. Rumor and hidden remorse nearly killed me. A jet lag...

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This Is How The Marriage Ends

Heather SweeneyMay 21, 2024

Circular arguments play on a loop with no resolution, as we lose who we once were to the friction chipping away at us in microscopic increments. ...

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Drinking Margaritas at the Mall

Jon DoughboyMay 2, 2024

But David, dear David, what if the margaritas are good—ok, not good, we’re at the mall after all, we’re not expecting miracles from our nation’s top mixologists...

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From Watching Days of Our Lives

Rachel BeckerApril 26, 2024

I learn to distrust wealthy heirs, their enviable bone structure. I gather that a coma is just another word for sleeping off a season, and that even then,...

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Fuck Marry Kill

Jesslyn WhittellApril 19, 2024

Every time I open a horizon, I find myself on the brink of the kind of dreams that you steal from a man who only says I love you when he comes. Yes, I am th...

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So It Goes in the Summer of 1993

Victoria NordlundApril 2, 2024

It’s 2 years before you birth your 1st child, 17 years before your 1st mammogram, 25 years before your 1st hot flash, 27 years before the students you’re tea...

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Get Off My Lawn & While You’re Doing So Don’t Judge Me

Ewen GlassMarch 31, 2024

When punk – and I use these words advisedly – ass teenagers look with pity or disdain on the middle-aged, they might say I don't want to get old and fat like th...

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A Holiness of Donuts

Elena ZhangMarch 29, 2024

Our father used to own a donut shop. Every morning, he would wake up to yearning dough. Did you make old-fashioneds or Long Johns, we ask. He doesn’t understand...

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For This Poem to Be a Metaphor for Last Year

Dan LeachMarch 26, 2024

The stray mutt relieving himself on the abandoned Christmas tree would need to be three-legged and the tree would need to be burned or at least bent at a si...

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I Fail at Portraying Orange Crush in Drag

Spencer SilverthorneMarch 21, 2024

Looks like someone has to rush ghosts back to existence for an indexed appearance. You’re tentative in light of their approaches to portraiture. What did t...

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I only wrote this because I had to live with my own mind during a shower 

Christopher ArkwrightMarch 19, 2024

My head is so full of stuff That my nightly brain dump (sleep) Is not enough My brain is drawn to media Like a drowned camel to water I am forever thirst...

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3 questions [about this shit]

daniel josephMarch 12, 2024

  question #1 a question on the problem with the question “what should we do ?” the question that asks / calls for / entices someone to stand up with an ans...

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I admit I cried while watching the Greatest Night in Pop

Victoria NordlundMarch 6, 2024

I hated We are the World when it played on heavy rotation back when I was 17 & MTV still had videos & Casey Kasem wasn’t dead & I could belt out...

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It’s 9 a.m.

Brent Taalur RamseyFebruary 26, 2024

& I’ve already pieced it out in my head: From inside the house, I can hear the horses neighing in the backyard, waiting for their buckets to be filled with ...

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SHASTA COLA SHASTA COLA

Maya StahlerFebruary 19, 2024

There’s a lime wedge at the bottom of this Shasta cola. Amaranthine,            I put it. I’m an autoca...

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Why’d You Call the Wee-Yoo Van?

Emmie ChristieFebruary 16, 2024

There, a small twinge in my armpit, I’m sure it’s nothing bad, It’s happened for the last three days I try not to think of that. I try not to think about T...

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In the Quiet Corners Of the Mind

Jenna GroffFebruary 15, 2024

In the quiet corners of my mind, I stand alone, a solitary figure, Caught in the crossfire of time, A dance with destiny, both fierce and obscure. I am th...

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They ask if I saw Oppenheimer and I reply

Alex Wells ShapiroFebruary 13, 2024

no one’s seen any- thing cause there’s so much to see and doom- scrolling eases our thumbs soft and calloused alike, which is why I assume no one’s bo...

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2008

Ian SchoultzFebruary 7, 2024

the nights spent in your basement. blowing smoke through a fan pointed out the window. your family shuffling above. my feet off the end of the shag rug, heel...

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summer vacation

Megan BusbiceFebruary 1, 2024

the tops of my thighs were burning in the sun before jumping into cold brown water in my underwear and someone’s dad’s extra shirt. they said, don’t tell her...

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love me like a goddamn dime then

Kristin LuekeJanuary 23, 2024

for alan i could make a room holy out of anything earthly. they don’t teach you that at princeton. they don’t say what to say when that man makes his meticul...

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First round draft pick, as deferred by mister softee and an emt

Darby EbelingJanuary 17, 2024

Recently scrubbed low tops, fresh cat puke in lattice, pause the storm door’s hydraulic hymn,      the latest in responsibly sourced stained glass, as fresh-s...

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Suburban Souls

Bethany JarmulJanuary 11, 2024

We observe families of deer nibbling sprouts and delivery men stacking packages on porches. We smell the earth after a rainstorm mingled with our neighbors’ smo...

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Breakage

Lora RobinsonJanuary 4, 2024

I binge watch Intervention- is that an addiction? The only cosmic irony is that the stars die long before they hear us compliment their glittering gowns. Som...

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Meadow Soprano Sings a Choir Solo while Christopher Moltisanti Shits his Pants on the Dock

Jessie Lovett AllenJanuary 3, 2024

After the final scene of S1 E3 of The Sopranos, “Denial, Anger, Acceptance” At my kid’s concerts, I see the montage: Meadow Soprano sings a choir solo while ...

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Long-Distance Nudes

Ella SchmidtJanuary 2, 2024

Our second spring, rowan unfurls at the foot of the chapel. I reach for him, a trucker motel in one of the Carolinas— this uncomplicated matter, these competi...

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