Lying Down Lying Down
Every body that hits the ground in Hell will get up should they choose it. There’s plenty of death and destruction but no dead. All ends are artificial, wishful thinking, and even…
Jan 27, 2021 / Poems / Dustin Pearson
Yeats’ Stance Yeats’ Stance
When I was about twenty I went by myself up into the towerthe holy place and never questioned it, but felt I could never be of it. You could feel it in the air this power like bein…
Jan 26, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Jean Valentine
My Husband Tells Me About a Man Who Doesn’t Kill Himself My Husband Tells Me About a Man Who Doesn’t Kill Himself
We are trapped in traffic beneath the overpass, and the man in his story trembles on the edge of an overpass eight hundred miles west of here. Here, I have not tried to die for som…
Jan 26, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Eugenia Leigh
Life Preserver Life Preserver
It’s not pointless to love, finally. Just like training snakes, it calls for a refined technique and losing our shame of performing in front of the world in loincloths. And nerves…
Jan 12, 2021 / Books & the Arts / Javier Velaza
In the Epoch of Bronze In the Epoch of Bronze
We make the time pass. See, the devices laid out on the long tables, such ingenuity. This is the wave offering, this the heave offering. Waves of earth passing over you, into histo…
Jan 12, 2021 / Books & the Arts / G.C. Waldrep
Random Assignment Random Assignment
It seems to want to rain but can’t. It fades to pink, an argument. Relinquish the dream. You can’t ever get what you want, You can’t please any of the people Any of the time. Time…
Dec 29, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Elisa Gabbert
Apples Apples
The townspeople paste wax apples on the trees, glow shyly out their windows as the Dictator struts past the monument of his father strutting past nothing at all. Yesterday, the Dic…
Dec 29, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Claire Schwartz
Somewhere Real Somewhere Real
Get in, George Eliot. I packed PB&Js. I’m bringing that rainbow parachute we held hands under as eight year olds. Get in, right beside Autumn, beside every manic pixie dream gi…
Dec 28, 2020 / Poems / Shira Erlichman
Serenade Behind a Floating Stage Serenade Behind a Floating Stage
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Dec 15, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Shangyang Fang
Rhyme Rhyme
Body, teach my mind to age. Rage has taught me nothing. Pain has taught me only to rage at pain. Blame has taught me nothing. But I still blame. Here lies one taken in their prime.
Dec 1, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Mario Chard