the eyes on my knees get misty and cruciform from so much time shit-eating at the pew. by pew i mean my two favorite bathroom tiles, by pew i mean any god’s green my eyes can get a good grip on. the shit-eating is an ancient agreement that stipulates i don’t get a say in […]
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My Socks at Night
by Celia Easton Koehler
i take my socks off, ball one inside the other, and tuck them under my pillow. i like that in the morning, i can put my socks on before getting out of bed. i dread feeling cold & the cold’s emphasis on maintenance or covering up, which is a form of separating oneself from the […]
Descent into Madness (in D Minor)
by Daniel Brennan
Descent into Madness (in D Minor) I’ve been doing more cocaine these days to keep busy but this poem is not about me. Oh, you know who I saw the other day? It was that boy, the one with a metronome for a tongue, who we’ve both spread open like warm bread though we’d never […]
EUCALYPTUS GLOBULUS
by MK Francisco
Everything we see hides another thing. A cure for bad air. Revisionary highway screens. Fruit disguised for health and protection. When the fringed flower buds, white threads burst through its cap. Bark sheds to its raw underlayers, then holds the kindling for firestorms. Married under the deadspace canopy, we watched the wine go to your […]
They pass through, and see through us
by Christine Guinard, translated from the Spanish by Susanna Lang
They pass through, and see through us (from Ils passent et nous pensent) tu demandes sous tes pas c’est ton sol ? you ask beneath your feet is this your land? je n’ai pas traversé les Pyrénées je n’ai pas suivi la neige pas à pas sans demeure je n’ai pas demandé au ciel de […]
ONE SONG
by John Muellner
Dickinson said, “Split the lark and you’ll find the music.” I’ve tried with men, but they’re denser than hell. Osmium, platinum, gold, these men are solid; the kind of thing that’s easy to skip across a lake, a little fun until they sink. These men are on gag order, petrified that what escapes beak might […]
Carnation City
by Sarp Sozdinler
Angels require more love than the divine. Someone placed a fish bone in God’s throat. Heavens forbid, Hells simmer. In Ohio, some people still worship the skies. A Turkish writer & poet, SARP SOZDINLER has been published in Electric Literature, Kenyon Review, Masters Review, and Normal School, among other journals. Their work has […]
How to Write
by David Ehmcke
1 Steal everything you can from Whole Foods. 2 When the guest lecturer tells you he has a secret, then leans in and bites your ear, keep your eyes open. Pretend to be asleep. 3 Call your mother. Watch the room fill with water as she speaks. This is […]
Three Poems
by Inna Krasnoper
* this is west of time this is east of time here you go south of time there—north north went south east stayed ezekiel stayed isaac searched iskal iz skaly out of the mountain comes the sun before it goes off the rails everyone searched for the sun it had to be found it had […]
ode to k.d. lang’s twang
by Sloane Scott
unfolding like ribbons of molasses across the dash of my ford ranger. k.d., thank you from one prairie dyke to another, for reclining so handsomely in the barber’s chair as cindy crawford runs the razor up your chin on the cover of vanity fair in 1993, posed forever sensually. you are the definition of natural, […]
