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Selfie as a DykePoetry

Selfie as a Dyke

Lisa SummeDecember 2, 2019

The problem with being a dyke is standing in front of your mirror, naked, feeling both admiration & shame for the woman in front of you,…

The Right ThingsPoetry

The Right Things

Lisa SummeDecember 1, 2019

I eat a half dozen Funfetti cupcakes & then one more because I cheat on my diet & I cheat on my girlfriend in…

America in 2019Poetry

America in 2019

Wim ColemanNovember 29, 2019

(after Shelley’s “England in 1819”) A demagogic moron mad with power; his brood snapping their tongues at golden flies with reptile grins of brazed…

Poem in Which I Imagine My Dad Agrees to Shave My HeadPoetry

Poem in Which I Imagine My Dad Agrees to Shave My Head

Lisa SummeNovember 27, 2019

When he asks why, I say because I’m out of money. & because I know there’s a shoebox in the garage with a pair…

Coming OutPoetry

Coming Out

Lisa SummeNovember 26, 2019

I didn’t really learn what bisexual was until college, part Intro to Women’s Studies textbooks, part kissing girls with boyfriends. The books spit out…

Old MaidPoetry

Old Maid

Casey KillingsworthNovember 26, 2019

We all try to get what we can out of life. Me, I could make do if you give me a job that pays…

Anna and the ScourgePoetry

Anna and the Scourge

RC JamesNovember 24, 2019

We memorized poems to pass them on, past the strident winds out of the Kremlin. When I walk the avenue lined with our history,…

He Will Build Wings from Sheets of PaperPoetry

He Will Build Wings from Sheets of Paper

Mike CasettaNovember 23, 2019

My friend, a poet, over a cup of coffee, depressed & roaming around in his head like a bear looking for berries while waiting…

Thick as thievesPoetry

Thick as thieves

Casey KillingsworthNovember 20, 2019

I wake up one morning and look out the window and there’s no car in the driveway but I’m not going to call this…

RedPoetry

Red

Amanda VillafrancoNovember 17, 2019

like the rug she sat on, memorizing the patterns, avoiding confrontation, she chose laundry: the warm lullabies emanated from the dryer, rocked her in…

Eclogue for Santa IsabelPoetry

Eclogue for Santa Isabel

July WesthaleNovember 15, 2019

Over here, solvent skyline. A virgin in white, on a hill. Simple. How cities seed. Every South American epicenter, but usually a man, a…