Boxes
by SAMUEL LEE REGAN | 3rd Place, student poetry contest I am stacking memories, Cramming my house…
Self-Medicating in the Apocalypse
by SIMON KERR The empty world funnels into an empty parking lot, funnels into an empty Walmart,…
Deaf Wannabe
by PAUL HOSTOVSKY We were sitting right here in this living room, talking about Deaf things.…
My cat's tail
by JEREMY CALDWELL dangles over the windowsill, the way a fishing line might wave in sunlight. But…
Kung fu
by KATE NOVAK “Asia! Asia! Hey, Asia!” The window is open, and Korek’s voice calling my name seems…
Borges, Keats, & My Aunty
by CANDICE KELSEY for Gail, d. August 2022 My aunty didn't read poetry. No real use for it. Give…
Dana and the Pretzelman
by ANDREW SNOVER The Pretzelman died yesterday. He was shot on his corner half a block from his…
healing factors
by FRANK CARELLINI i personally get my zen in the home depot garden section: wilting bonsai $9.99…
The Bagboy
by TRACE CARSON Standing in the breakfast foods aisle at the grocery store near your mother’s…
Privacy
by JOSH PARISH today a moth was in my hat when I put it on my summer straw sombrero, in which I…