All articles filed in Poetry

by Jason Crane. The other day at my job — / wearing my corporate uniform, / the one with the logo on the left breast —

by Daniel Schapiro. The verdict seemed unanimous / that they be re membered / as they lived, lined

By Kamden Hilliard: What’s an hourly spent flirting dead / money into eclipsical “pain?” / Happiness offer e      v      e       r  y

by Urvi Kumbhat. Blanched by sun. Wading home in knee-high water. / The muri man and roadside pharmacist and coconut seller / guarding their precarious wares as the water rises. 

by Ava Hofmann: this colony is like a stand-up comedy routine but you are sitting /
down and i am not yet plotting to kill any senators.

by PJ Lombardo: i arrive grinwrecked in a puddle of dandelions / and the passerbys jiggle their heads in shock– / a quivertree has grown two fat lips /

by Ian Maxton: And then it will be as if you have just awoken from a strange dream. // Snow falling across the dark refracts the globes of streetlamps into halos.

by Kevin Latimer. i wrote this poem in the bath. i stood there for many hours. my legs are wet. before this i ran outside around a shrub. the body hazards are so tremendous. i have to do manual labor because i majored in poetry.

by Stephen Ira. In this manicured room built by working class boyfriends, if I keep my clothes on…

by Jonathan Todd: When was the first time? / are you even born yet / tumbling through as an accident