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Buddha Man BluesPoetry

Buddha Man Blues

RC JamesJanuary 31, 2019

for Muddy Waters On the Mississippi bottoms West African griot rhythms filter through Spanish moss swaying over the river bank. Lovers find their own…

Catastrophic thinkingPoetry

Catastrophic thinking

Sara ClancyJanuary 30, 2019

is the diagnosis that dings even your casual observation that things may have finally gone to shit. Your joke that mouse droppings in the…

Beneath These BoardsPoetry

Beneath These Boards

Michael Thomas EllisJanuary 29, 2019

I’ve laid by her for ten years now beneath these creaking boards an axe between my long-gone eyes a spectacle of gore. She rests…

My friend hasPoetry

My friend has

Sara RileyJanuary 25, 2019

had a baby. I go online, buy a present, click ‘gift wrapped’ (I don’t need to see tiny, sleepsuit feet). I visit them, hold…

Return PolicyPoetry

Return Policy

Megan MerchantJanuary 24, 2019

There’s a squabble of greying women knitting at our local coffee stop. They are talking about dumpster diving—how survival is another’s refuse. I swipe…

A Tennessee Fainting Goat in TexasPoetry

A Tennessee Fainting Goat in Texas

Mike CasettaJanuary 22, 2019

The first time this goat fainted I wanted to pack him in a crate & ship him back home for his safety. It’s hard…

GravityPoetry

Gravity

Miya KoJanuary 16, 2019

I play with friction, skin and air, a ripe blueberry between my lips.

It’s About to Get AwkwardPoetry

It’s About to Get Awkward

Bruce AlfordJanuary 15, 2019

The Autobiographical Note I walk through the gym doors. Steve is doing chest-flies. He yells Hey, Flash! (Steve doesn’t know my name.) Third Person,…

Pre-linguisticPoetry

Pre-linguistic

Bruce AlfordJanuary 14, 2019

A child chews on his toy Lucid imbecility A baby’s lallation All his l’s are r’s— My dumb joy When I talk like him.

Interior Decorating for the Autistic MistressPoetry

Interior Decorating for the Autistic Mistress

Cheryl LeveretteJanuary 12, 2019

You are obsessed with the furniture. I don't really care about the furniture. I am lucky if I get to sit on the couch…

River RockPoetry

River Rock

Nancy Johnson JamesJanuary 8, 2019

It’s hot the breeze just lifts and settles. A man sways to dangerous angles. The kids look quick but play anyway. A possum half…