All articles filed in Poetry

by Nomax Jodevaski

Isn’t this like an empire or something?
What’s that mean if you can’t kill whoever
you want?

by Prince Bush

The Asian Sheepshead Wrasse wakes
As a woman, rested as a man.
Fish are fanatical in their fervor for
Being vulnerable…

by Dakotah Jennifer

I am painfully aware of how alive I am… or am not. I am painfully aware of things ending & beginning. I am painfully aware of tiptoeing down the hall at night. There is no hall. There is no night.

by Dominick Knowles

Dominick Knowles is a queer poet and Ph.D. student in English at Brandeis University. Their areas of study include modernist literature, Marxist critique, and the poetry of the radical Left.

by Dominick Knowles

half moon rising like a like moon rose,
dusk cooling a clamshell of dust
that settles around the earth
& the dusted earth flinches.

by Dominick Knowles

a splinter of light piercing me
from behind––
i move like a humbled bird across the floor.

by Nikki Wallschlaeger

The unfoldment continues. The pills work less and less but she still gives them her name for the system, their valiant system, her phone number, her accumulation of points for consumable goods that will outlast her.

by Nikki Wallschlaeger

People get lost as they can be
long as they are willing to go,
and then they ask to
go further.

by Nikki Wallschlaeger

First, the official narrative
requires official heroes,
strong men in service
to the Republics.