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...
p. hodges adams 2024 Poetry Spring Contest Winner the first hand had square knuckles, like a boy; the second hand could hold a teacup neatly; the third hand was furious. i’m getting ahead of...
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...
