Category: Poetry

Open Water

Julie Marie Wade  I could never be casual about sharks or sex.  It isn’t in me—the one-night stand, or the one-day scuba expedition in Nassau. I read that humans floating near the ocean’s...

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Daddy T & The Whole Nine Yards

Jade Benoit I burned the wedding flowers & they became sea urchins. A tomboy gone electric with dishes pecked in tiny loose spines thrown out to the wolves. Something feels Daddy T says...

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Oak Mask

Brandon Amico The tree grew through and around my chest. I was here; bones taking on rain, taking on sap and dirt and today, an axe. Yesterday and all days before, a spooling yarn of night—today,...

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A Leaving Of

Jake Syersak Doubt magnifies an ingrown wing how a bird deletes sky, excising errata into err on the air yes yet automaton yet yes still sky. Because the sun can’t make up its mind, I’m busy...

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Disorder

Michelle Lin My mother wanted me to swallow spoons whole for a wind chime in my chest. God, I hated them. Those immovable mountains, electrified. Their terrible shine. Hard bit. Metal tongue.  ...

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The Law of Halves as Applied to the Blade

Michael Lee 2. The news said it had been done with a kitchen knife, it had been done fifteen times. Earlier that day my math teacher had stepped towards the blackboard proving that if you continue to...

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from Sugar Book

Johannes Göransson   Do you think it’s easy to close a wound? To close the mouth of a wound? There is only one way: to go into the mirror and explode. Congratulations on your rotten body....

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CILGWYN ST MARYS

G.C. Waldrep   These are the postures of pain, the mannequins pain makes of us. The mind’s crows settle in the midst of the thorny bush, little dark tongues of flame. It is difficult sometimes...

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CURE

Sarah Cook   (how do you prepare for anything?) the world            makes days out of our knees               learns to bleed / quietly the shoulder that lets into the...

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Kilter

Matthew Gilbert   The search party’s joke goes, Nothing is lost in these woods except virginity. Mine went missing two days ago, disappeared hiking the Dakotas. Shirtless, outside the mosquito...

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