S.Marie Clay Let us talk about the blackness of heaven and winged bats. It is the back then I am after. Even though the past is a pregnant stove burning mutton, I want it. My daughter screams,...
S.Marie Clay Your stature suggests the sleep of a museum, fifty coffins piled into a single room; waxen figures with mouths furiously cut open, hair from possum’s shield, eyes sliced from...
Anis Shivani 1. I believe in licking riot grrrl power beads. I believe in ring-around-a-rosy to move the Mensheviks’ frozen mercury. I believe, Soraya, in Roman candles whose eidetic...
Dana Diehl Three years after the pilot’s wife died, her sister flew across the Atlantic Ocean to visit America for the first time. The sister’s name was Anna. Anna, the wild, redheaded,...
Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976. He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada....
Karen An-hwei Lee Bird is niao in the original Mandarin. Un oiseau avec la bicyclette jaune — The word oiseau is French for bird. Translation: A bird with a yellow bicycle....
Karyna McGlynn I like to yank necklaces from women’s throats. I am unconcerned whether I break the clasps or the women. A spray of pearls in the sunlight. No comment. I smoke in the same...
Joe Pan Shangri La La La Lollipop O Williamsburg! Burg of adventure & bowling! Of vendors too stoned/whatever to serve! O industrial hamlet of innocuous dissonance, the hipster elite,...
Cathy Park Hong after Omar Fast When I listen to you, I feel heroic. I drink gin that tastes like gasoline and hear Mama roja in the toilet. I am the heir to nothing in particular. I want love...
Stephen Brown To view a .PDF version of this poem, click here. Stephen Brown was born in 1976. He attended the University of Waterloo in Ontario and Athabasca University in Western Canada....