Poetry

by Chen Chen

The sky is a hidden pocket for the bogeyman’s
philosophy. The early morning glow is the bogeyman
in drag. The bogeyman’s greatest regret is Continue Reading →

by Ariane Mass

about a small coddled town
that looks like trinkets strewn
beside stripes of corn and wheat,
where furious creatures eat crusty fried
lutefisk fingers in hokey taverns. Continue Reading →

by Amanda Faye

~after Sherman Alexie

1. A car travelling at 100 mph will continue to do so until it hits a tree. Continue Reading →

by Elisa Pieper

Cut it, suck it, throw it. Next stop on our journey is wasteland. He told me you’re a

watermelon. Juicy and fresh and seedy and pink and sinful and opened by the knife

and everything he ever wanted in this absent life. Continue Reading →

by Kenneth Pobo

Dear Dionne Warwick, that champagne
bubbles in a crystal glass voice,
the just-right intonation. Sometimes Continue Reading →

by Tom Minogue

Yesterday you were a samurai in drag,

today a priest counting acts of charity. Continue Reading →

by Joanna C. Valente

If you want to be

a woman, melt

cheddar cheese all over Continue Reading →

by Rafael Mantovani
the aliens
call all earthly creatures
by one name, that in their language means an airbag
(but in their planet
there is no air) Continue Reading →

by Jessie Janeshek

ice floes pantyhose
fat thighs gravy fries. Continue Reading →

by Nicole Steinberg

Call me Sarah McLachlan,

’cause I’m building a mystery.

I’m like my phone battery:

I get hot when I’m used.
Continue Reading →