Poetry

by Jasmina Al-Qaisi
Image: Martin Maier

There is something
about the way
my breath was taken away with you
to the bathroom.
(SFX pee + SFX flush + SFX door x 2) Continue Reading →

poem and image by Laura Manardo

According to scientists, the butterfly koi do not feel pain,
do not linger on the pulled knuckle hairs

of their fathers. According to them, butterfly koi do not feel the zip
of the blade through the mouth, Continue Reading →

by Heather Lee Rogers

The cat will only
eat ballerinas now
I brought home
just one tutu
and her blood lust
laid it down
like sunsets in soup cans Continue Reading →

by Mari Knudson

The story of your life is screamed across your face in all caps.
As for death,

You’ll be wormfood by March 15th, year unknown. Flesh broiling
under the Tuskegee sun, though I maintain
that it is still quite nice in the spring. Continue Reading →

by Ellie White

I open the bathroom door at work to find

a forest. Green slime coats the trees,

the rocks, the damp earth. Everything

chirps. At the knotted base of an oak

lays a shallow pit. White steam Continue Reading →

by Stephanie Nolan

I. Wrap your longest eyelash, not the darkest, left eye,
in a clot of cotton. Like a small cocoon or the first
fingernail clipping of a young child. Continue Reading →

by Hamzah Jhaveri

That’s where they’ll put my wings, I
replied. What’re yours for? That’s
where mine used to be Continue Reading →

by Gina Keplinger

I slice lemons
oranges & limes
to garnish our mimosas,
our Sunday morning margaritas Continue Reading →

by Julia Kinu

her eyelashes resembled little tooth picks,
long and blonde and sharp.
she always told me
keep your wings to a point;
that way, you become
your own weapon. Continue Reading →

by Jeremy Radin
Dear Sal,

Again your hair spills from the drawers

in sheets of burnished carrot. The dark dictates
I replace this cookie with a shotgun. So un-Jewish, Continue Reading →