All articles filed in Poetry

by Misael Osorio-Conde. frágile one / fragile bloom of carbon // soy despues i am / after all / only direction // poeta counts / to the poet / when he crossed // la frontera

by Blue Nguyen: i grew up on / food stamps / and / canned vienna sausages / i grew / up on microwaved / pizza rolls

by Travante Franklin. there is a black baby / angel sitting in my lap. / asking me things like

by Grace Lau. Here are the stairs / you must ascend / to enter, as if every Sunday were practice / for heaven. And that

by Jake Romm. Total liquidation. / Everything must go. / Complete and ruthless clearance of everything existing.

by David Greenspan. “He sits in a thin wicker chair by the bookcase / thumbs untitled spines     mumbles about lack of sunlight / my body communicates via a series of twitches”

by Steele. so yeah a bright proleptic rose is spinning / slow above my head portending death / but in a hot way. yes the water ripples

by Julianne Neely: certainty  in   self   realization   after / failing   and   I   do   not   trust / this   assembly   what   is   quality

by Ty Holter. often when I’m walking and I latch / onto a scene, say the numbness / of a foyer–––      

by Donovan Munro. “Insurgence swells despite / my professor’s / insistence to / vote.”