All articles filed in Poetry

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

by upfromsumdirt: for fuck’s sake is why you come as did your /elders a century before breaking / bread over caviar and raspberries

by Matt Mitchell. i have always hated my great aunt’s paintings of the house / she & my grandfather grew up in. it is too late to live there, / because the city of grafton knocked it down a decade ago.

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”