Poetry by Patrick Wilcox
On Word Choice The house across the street was something. Say alive, not something. Something is vapid and closer to silence than...
Poetry by Dana Jaye Cadman
Nova Dad under the Chevy Nova with a cigarette in the driveway Gentle so the ashes don’t fall by the front yard by the crabapple tree...
Poetry by Deon Robinson
What I Was Owed I, for one, wanted his arm gone. Dimas wanted to test run some tacky mustard yellow paper cutter left unsupervised...
Poetry by Caitlin Cowan
I Wish You Were Dead I hear it through an open window. He screams I wish you were dead. I listen to the mean music from the street, sour...
Poetry by Joshua Garcia
Turandot Fragments i. La legge è questa He asks if I’ve noticed a pattern, & I check the memories buried by the accumulation of my...
Poetry by Dana Levin
A Walk in the Park To be born again, you need an incarnation specialist—a team from the Bureau of Needles to thread you through— Your...