All articles filed in Poetry

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.

by Brendan Joyce    The breeze through the sycamore trees’ sickly leaves that screams worsening working conditions, the squirrel taunting the cat from its clicking perch, the possums hunting rats below in the arson lot, the rats getting hunted, the cloud of bats rising from the school’s roof into October orange cloud cover, the spider…

by Sean Bonney. It’s all visible now. Everything. It’s just that all the meanings have changed, and the names no longer apply. We lean against walls, our hands over our faces, and watch the parade. We are naked and frightened.