All articles filed in Poetry

by Steven Lazarov. One of the best feelings in the world / is calling a fucking pig a fucking pig / to their fucking pig face

by Ryan Boyd. In January’s tank / Winter lettuce opens / Its grotesque electric purple, Flukes and frills

by Jonce Palmer. Cop choppers have flown / more frantic lately. One soared / over me making noise / only ever made by jets,

By R.M. Haines: The nation’s fantasy. Inside it, iridescent nets of fascia, plasma, cerebrospinal / fluid. Algorithms reading hormonal fluctuation, buying power, etc. What a / person is. What life becomes. (A bathtub filled with acid, a videotape in an

by Deven Philbrick. It is midnight in California / but it is three o’clock in my refrigerator. / I have never been to California.

by Ethan Milner: When Jews die, my father told me, we are supposed to say / a final prayer to God. It goes “Hear O Israel, our lord is God, God / is one.” We say this in Hebrew so that God understands it

by Neha Maqsood. By the pink draws of the quasi- / quilted curtains, the rough calluses / sluggishly lay down upon terracotta tiles

by Kelsey Kerin. after he cuts crusts off his sandwich so careful like his mother used to / toss  in the can on  top day-old  bread yogurt rice and the  leak down

by Steven Duong: I am spending the day in bed / reading recipes for / molotov cocktails

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