Heavy There is a thing Lingering thatI can’t put a finger onBut it has put a fingerOn me maybe moreThan one for I feelThe heaviness ofThe hand is heavy Handed me quiteA put down just asI was about to get upAnd go about the bravery Of the yellow sloppiness Of life it takes a lot of Work to live and endureRelaxing is a job that Can’t just be takenFor … Continue reading Lydia Cortés
Interference was there a time before the desire before the symbolic before the decipherable static interfered when I was free is there a world within that thin sliver of stained class that broken shard which pricks the mind and penetrates it with sanguine longings a world without gender I lost my thought it was just right there on the tip of my tongue everyone knows … Continue reading Three Poems by M Robin Cook
Endeavors I get a dreadful worryabout blue lights, money, the mailand this feeling sits in me a long timelike pear slices in their juiceas my friend tells me a storyof all his recent endeavorswhich somehow gets to rumors of the wendigobut it doesn’t get worsein fact I get to picturingtime spent with my friendpicturing the time we’re spending nowand I tell himto start the story … Continue reading Three Poems by Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué
why don’t we fall down white holes be aesthetic Carol Mirakove is the author of two books of poems, Mediated (Factory School) and Occupied (Kelsey St. Press). She appears on the album Women in the Avant Garde and has provided spoken word for tracks by musicians Firas Kay and bates45. Carol’s poetry and recordings are cataloged at the electronic poetry collection Archive of the Now and at PennSound. Continue reading Three Poems by Carol Mirakove
tomboy femme motorcycle lesbian in my office my bones tell me she’s a femme long haired gaunt and strong in a leather jacket boots and jeans nails slightly long when i say you can leave your jacket on the coat rack she smiles says but this is my purse. i laugh, my bones were right. forbidden fruit … Continue reading Three Poems by Vittoria repetto
from de/compositions (after Vahni Capildeo’s reading) Nat Raha is a poet and trans / queer activist, living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Her poetry includes two collections: countersonnets (Contraband Books, 2013), and Octet (Veer Books, 2010); and numerous pamphlets including ‘de/compositions’ (Enjoy Your Homes Press, 2017), ‘£/€xtinctions’ (sociopathetic distro, 2017), ‘[of sirens / body … Continue reading Nat Raha
from She Said Between Pronouns are both a problem And a solution for Ashbery why Hasn’t anyone written that article Yet why can I not lie down among The fact that On Tuesdays and Thursdays I might actually be an it Whereas on Sundays I am without Fail eating oranges in the kitchen Draped in lovely rumpled striped Linen my … Continue reading Kimberly Quiogue Andrews
I Want a Tiny House I want a tiny house for my tiny life. I want to sleep efficiently in a solar-powered hole and expend as little energy as I can. I want to breathe less often so as not to suck in and kill microbes who have done nothing to me and whom I shall regard as my models for living. I think … Continue reading Four Poems by Erick Piller
from Dear Gone It’s almost like we still lie to each other but it’s just me now. In your inventories, several light bulb jokes I wrote myself. In your inventories, it is too dark to read. In your inventories, I was 9 granite columns, pulled up the Nile by slaves. I held fast, a sky overcast with crackling leather, polished in the reduction … Continue reading Grey Vild
THIS BOOK IS THE PROPERTY OF: BOOK RETURN Avren Keating‘s a poet and artist. They’ve published in Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Omnivores, and THEM: A Trans* Lit Journal. Avren also hosts Waves Breaking, a podcast for trans and gender-variant poetry. Continue reading Two Poems by Avren Keating
magnificent, the way one year folds into another the way skin stretches into infinity the way a few bones and some breath fill up this space inside follicles are follies sprouting trees and your breath is a gale oh laughter i haven’t seen my thighs in over a week just because i haven’t looked doesn’t mean they aren’t there and what exactly … Continue reading Three Poems by Gr Keer
A Table Filled with Interest Or a clothing summary of the king Dandy acres untours pronunciation Bracketology, a bracelet made from her teeth Frame moment frame Damnation’s prayer for a higher tax bill Contagion and aftershock in a few paintballs more Envy’s minor reflection, brother velvet A bright new room called Boise Jerseylicious, write an autism haiku Her artwork is an argument with corporate … Continue reading Anne Gorrick
(in)decent-exposure for Ballinger & Arkansas HB1986 picture this the phone’s tied up to my body & yr call yr legislator calls my body legislation territory to exploit explore & skin border to picket our flesh a fence we can’t kick down & a tension rod keeps building a dark curtain in the photo booth we call the state of Arkansas … Continue reading Brody Parrish Craig
Carnage At Dark Towers The Melbourne Protocol states that tennis and other famous sports stars are welcome guests of wherever they happen to be at any given moment Nadal stares into the eyes of the sun, but not directly, Mum The Melbourne Protocol states that tennis and other famous sports stars are welcome guests of wherever they happen to be at … Continue reading Michael Farrell
from Ghost Snow 2 (Unwinding) * Where is Owen (Como)? where’s Baloncé? where’s the pumpernickel where is “adults move magnetized to the earth” where’s Leslie where is t’otherest guvnor where’s “all other insects forage at random” where is David G? where’s the fucking pumpernickel? where’s David S who wrote this? where are … Continue reading Tenney Nathanson
Clad, Clawed, Clandestine Eagly Pig E I I id eye: Lie as eyes lie, I. Delineating it, disentangling inclines in lies; incidentals cast a delicate sign. Cling in line, eyeing diligent penalties, laws, claws: it’s eyes in lies. Anteceding id, laws distancing I, clasping ties, inspecting id, an eye, a lie; all ID, and stenciled, penciled eyes. … Continue reading Three Poems by Larissa Shmailo
Sunset City Friction underneath California tongues, Walking in Bakersfield heat brittle against dry ideas. I’m a crux forced into a smoke world, we lost the best of ourselves, Smoking out of chimney lungs, pressure put us down, called it a giving in. I keep thinking how that Tuesday slaughtered all my old vices, Tempted me for a shapeshift, Stoic at best, cost myself … Continue reading Two Poems by Mateo Lara
offset by glamour and the perfect pose prominent among the belles of the land digested in small amounts and refreshed frequently browsing among the misbegotten brings faulty results a veil falls down, and then again and again never letting the light penetrate to the favorite spot deathless in motion and motive, a frontier of delights from … Continue reading Two Poems by Richard Staub
THE DEAD LANDS empire equals fitness and guns and used books, if the world is state terror, he forgot joy, dripping in his skull, “it’s just a path, don’t be nervous,” promise me the rich can’t sleep, “America,” my parasite, my seizure breaking word and world, health insurance health insurance health … Continue reading Joseph Lease
500 Dead Crows ___________________________________________ Isabelle Shallcross (she/her) writes poems about the South, nature, and being a sad and problematic person under capitalism. Her favorite writers include Chris Kraus, Ross Gay, and Mira Gonzalez. She has received a scholarship to study poetry at the Bread Loaf School of English and is originally from Alabama. Continue reading Isabelle Shallcross