Category: Poetry

Sometimes he calls out for Baby. Sometimes Baby runs

Sara Burge down our street screaming, his voice chasing like a pissy wasp. Sometimes he’s an Apache helicopter. Sometimes Baby’s a mouse on a rug. Sometimes their fights are a riff on last...

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Discount Tobacco, Cold Beer Cave

Samuel Ellington And the barn on my left reads get right with God. There’s a gravel-road token that we can make home. Cut grass, gasoline, and I laughed when they told me the Lord is three...

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Blood Relative

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...

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Here it is

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,...

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puzzle

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...

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Young Woman

Melissa McEver Huckabay I made her out of confetti and spackle,      sawdust, plaster of Paris, blood. Added magazine strips with cut-out words: Willowy. Bright. Christ-like. Glued...

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The Origin of a Simple Rhythm

Prosper C. Ìféányí I am in need of so many simple wants.      The fire gnawing the wood.  This body reddening after it has known           Dark...

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As Demeter

Stefanie Kirby A daughter pops arils into floral stains. Elsewhere: leftover  pips solid as teeth, fruit lips  curled back in decay. A mouth  packed with loss. To be this apathy of...

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I’m glad my grandma died before she could see me get fat

Bleah Patterson 2024 Poetry Spring Contest Runner Up  because she taught me butter, sauté all of the butter     add all of the sugar         stir in all...

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tidying idea

caroline ganci patterson half of the story i was telling had a moral about perversion, but i leave that part out for the saccharine tongue lickers. i say to my mother, the price of gas  on the...

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