All articles filed in Poetry

by Samia Saliba. carrying their swaddled infant while they run / away from the white teargas clouds, peppery / in our pores, though the baby does not cry

by Mark Steven: “My friends kids / can’t breathe without masks / but Amazon now sells this”

by Jayy Dodd. And when they propagated kinder people’s tweets, we / retweeted / but not enough, we quote-tweeted them but not / enough.

by Jamie Hood. Let me try again / You know this story / We all do

by R.M. Haines: Bâtil: the false. At Abu Ghraib, / those prisoners our soldiers posed / and photographed with bound hands

by Amy Marvin. Millennials are killing the shopping malls / reads the dying papers but they display / a finely aged skeleton at this point

by Prince Bush. Maybe the highest / Stakes, stick scaffolding / On rhetorical structure.

by Mark Steven. The thing about realism / is industry really means / extraction but extraction.

by Christopher Costello. Every urn is always a grenade / Let this one not explode in your hand / All our bodies are already acts of war, / so drop yours from a goddamn airplane.

by Dakotah J. On our camping field trips, they’d say, / “Whoever is lightest when we leave wins.” / Sunscreen was a must for us kids.