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anticipating the dogPoetry

anticipating the dog

Delainie LittlejohnAugust 5, 2020

The dog wants to bite, her muzzle twitching as she tends to emails and texts. The dog wakes up and drinks coffee. When you…

All Dug UpFiction

All Dug Up

Ann KammererAugust 4, 2020

The excavators started one street over, blocking the street with “ROAD CLOSED” signs and orange cones that kids upended with their bikes. “I suppose…

slave songs—2020Poetry

slave songs—2020

tiko lewisAugust 3, 2020

lawd we march lawd we chant lawd we pray lawd i sing the body to a hemorrhage i sing "the fires are not my…

200Kmph and Nineteen, BerlinPoetry

200Kmph and Nineteen, Berlin

Jenn ZedAugust 2, 2020

the thin film of my mouth on your cunt in a half-mile high toilet just to keep us going through an invisible security corridor…

I am he shoutedPoetry

I am he shouted

Cameron McClureAugust 1, 2020

i am he shouted as an emergency tourniquet to his severed identity you are i agreed am i on the floor yet he called…

ancient roadblocksPoetry

ancient roadblocks

Rob BreedingJuly 31, 2020

coronilla blooms now by the bridge where I poured out his ashes across the creek I see the ghost of a groundhog popping up…

Organ Recital at Saint-EustachePoetry

Organ Recital at Saint-Eustache

Lance JencksJuly 30, 2020

First a bird, then the sea; then huge armies traipse to their catastrophe. Now the storm; next the dawn— freedom dangles from a single…

Homo insatiensPoetry

Homo insatiens

Rob BreedingJuly 28, 2020

There was porn on the TV when I fell asleep, the irony not wasted in dreams I had bulging muscles, blinding white teeth and…

FlashbackPoetry

Flashback

Miya KoJuly 27, 2020

It's not the fall of shank buttons or the tearing noise of quick unzipping or the impulse of pull and push or the rough…

Ward 8Poetry

Ward 8

StarrJuly 26, 2020

For Edna with love. "Whiskey. Any kind you like. Club soda. You never go back. When you do, you're an old party girl still…

lilt in a breezePoetry

lilt in a breeze

Stella ReadJuly 24, 2020

on a bench in Barcelona, open-neck plaid shirt betrays him as a visitor, children chase their football, unaware that he is there.I watch from…

Calendar on the wall throwing flowersPoetry

Calendar on the wall throwing flowers

Trish SaundersJuly 21, 2020

Pages are falling, and I’m always replacing. They never look just right. I’m haunted by red bougainvillea blooming along the King Kamehameha Highway so…