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Feb 10, 20213 min read
a full human being - Jo Lamm
another black body down. face smashed into the gravel like so many rocks driven over until they become the road; no relief from the...


Feb 9, 20211 min read
This is Not Normal - Stacy Doney
We were the grandchildren of cigarette burns And peacocks in the front yard. Of jumping into muddy pond water after frogs. Of blessings...


Feb 8, 202116 min read
Tradesies - Kelsey Lawson-Rogers
I got my first period in late 2002 or early 2003. It was around then too that I had a second set of braces removed, shed my childish Keds...


Feb 7, 20212 min read
Eighth Avenue Line - Allie Fehr
The clock hand spins Rounding the hours Of another late Manhattan night Awaiting our subway Our faces twist inward Drab air bats against...


Feb 6, 20213 min read
Songs About Cars - Steph Castor
“I want to be back in the van, where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand. Back in the van, it's anything, but their...


Feb 5, 20212 min read
Revision is Always an Option - Jen Schneider
There’s a setting for every story and a season for all senses. Though not all pages pair with all potions, and not all parchment promises...


Feb 4, 20211 min read
Dust - Megan Michelotti
1. So many poems were written for you, 2. about you, but none of them with you. 3. You never even cared enough to read them. 4. I guess...


Feb 3, 20212 min read
Baldessari’s Urns - Carson P. Hardy
In 1966, John Baldessari burned his entire collection of paintings. The ashes were returned in Nine urns, One URN was the size used for...


Feb 2, 20211 min read
Anxiety - Reilly Cook
…latches onto the nearest passing thought like a leech on fickle flesh. it won’t pry or peel, but remains stuck like clothing left on...


Feb 1, 20214 min read
We Were a Lie - Tamerlie J. Philippe
That day he threw us out my mother and me. Very few people know this. Not my older sister, not my older brother. That day, he packed up...


Jan 31, 20211 min read
Crumble. - Laurie Montemurro
Just when I think I’m done, said everything that can be heard, reached the end of sharing it all Just when I think there are no more...


Jan 30, 20212 min read
Poetic System - Joan A. Vargas
The pumping won’t cease. It pumps. And it pumps. And it pumps. A poetic heart races with creative resilience. Never changing its left...
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