Cassie Flint Fancher After three days at sea eating fried food and on-demand ice cream, velcroing seasickness bracelets to our wrists, and wiping our lips on towels folded like swans, my mother...
Jane Feinsod where the head splits open and a goat crawls out. Like it knows something. Takes a tongue to water. Pisses toward Nebraska. Curls into a bushel of honeysuckle. Suspects nothing,...
Hailey June Gross after Jericho Brown and SZA lie by myself at night, let hands trace lips, puzzle- piece together the tips—what i really mean is they dip in my pussy. stop ’em in...
Lauren Saxon bones. about kneecaps. how easily they dimple the earth’s wet surface. this poem is about kneeling. consider the body’s position. the way our limbs fold into one another. the way...
Kurt David Due respect to the Weather Girls, but raining men would be the worst possible forecast. I’m not saying I don’t eat peaches with aplomb, I’m just saying I’m sick of alt-right...
Ginger Ayla He was a two-pack-a-day smoker, on bad days three, and once on a smoke break explained how he first discovered cigarettes when he was 10, with his friend, sticking a clothes...
Andrew Payton Each tooth grinds to fit its partner. In my valley, centuries of wheat spilled soil to reveal boulders fanged by the dirt-trickle of rain— is it violence, the hare in coyote...
Joy David God could kill you and blame it on a bear. Being taught as I was about investing exclusively in car stocks, I was never awake to the possibility of heaven cleaning its teeth. Faith...
