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The World TreePoetry

The World Tree

Margarita SerafimovaDecember 17, 2019

I hurt you, you hurt me twice as much. Here is how thick boughs grow.

Death of a Horse ChestnutPoetry

Death of a Horse Chestnut

Marc WoodwardDecember 16, 2019

I’m waiting for your carcass to be stripped of all its withered foliage by the gales. Your leaves were screwed and twisted back in…

How to Gut a CarpPoetry

How to Gut a Carp

Chloe Monet SutchDecember 15, 2019

Keep her in the dark. In water. She's no good dead. Gotta cut her while she's fresh. Slip your chipped knuckles into her accordion…

SightseeingPoetry

Sightseeing

Tom StrongDecember 14, 2019

Instead of travelling to a place I’ve never been to see something I’ve never seen, I prefer the seclusion of my backyard. Marveling over…

The first time I French kissed youPoetry

The first time I French kissed you

Lisa SummeDecember 12, 2019

was the same as the first time I kissed a girl the same as the first time I kissed anyone. My tongue in your…

birds and other fly creaturesPoetry

birds and other fly creatures

Anthony HughesDecember 11, 2019

everything gone flaccid my droopy blue suede strap on little anchors in clouds precipitated worms choke fly crows like bags of black keys not…

workPoetry

work

Jess KangasDecember 10, 2019

he only hires pretty girls i knew that as soon as i handed in the application the rest of the cashiers are brooding brunettes…

HaikuPoetry

Haiku

Stella ReadDecember 9, 2019

heron stalks planted, sunfish glisters—sharp beak snaps— morning dissipates

AubadePoetry

Aubade

Gerald ParkerDecember 7, 2019

Sadly, I imagine you will wake, too, because the silence has changed colour, the way, fluting across a murky water, a swan’s light may…

Air BagFiction, Poetry

Air Bag

Jill WinkowskiDecember 6, 2019

i have tasted air bag, it’s a badge of honor, a one-way ticket to epiphany, it tastes like burnt rubber, like powdery words sucked…

Okay, Then (A Boomer Replies)Poetry

Okay, Then (A Boomer Replies)

Sara ClancyDecember 5, 2019

with a nod to Joseph Rice We only rent the past from the shade of our declining tribe. They are our elders laughing under…

To Stick AroundPoetry

To Stick Around

Boston GordonDecember 4, 2019

the times I pined to leave the city the clefts between myself and the friends I lost the jobs I lost, the plants that…