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Hauntings (Woman, Boy, Body)

A Haunting (Woman, Body) His death came first as an aching in her molars, then a numbness in her sinuses, then, finally, a filling up of her dreams with something warm and sharp and spit-pink. A room full of flowers, … Read More

by Matt Brailas on September 28, 2011March 22, 2013

Little Green Men

To the all inclusive
Package. To the car
And the driver.

by Stephen Martis on May 4, 2011March 17, 2013

Elegy

Imagine horses at night, their terrible heat. A field torn open by hooves.   Or slumbering in a great circle. Hair. Haunch. Lilacs moaning in the dark.   Fires moaning in the dark. Morning gropes like a mound of hands. … Read More

by Matthew Brailas on April 25, 2013April 27, 2013

The Other Woman is left in the cold

“Never dipped one toe into water, but sipped juice on a hilltop.”

by Somi Jun on March 5, 2017July 21, 2017

Ode to a Faraway Maiden

“I turned into a constellation, fathomed into form /
By your dispassionate gaze.”

by Kristiana Filipov on April 18, 2021April 17, 2021

Anatomy of a Bleeding Heart

“The aorta / Is a warzone within my chest / Where I bleed out for the genocide of my ancestors”

by Gina Feliz on June 30, 2020June 30, 2020

6 Poems

making room

by Ellen Adams on May 26, 2010March 17, 2013

Au

Last night I ingested my mother’s gold in hopes it would bring value to every worthless part of my body   I brought her bangles to my teeth and bit them so hard I drew blood holding them under my tongue … Read More

by Hiba Siddiki on March 26, 2023

Rouse

Dearest Cynthia, / What could I offer you / that would drag you / from this cardboard crypt / you’ve contaminated with your presence? / Oh, Cynthia.

by Hildegard Krieger on November 21, 2013May 19, 2018

Sun-Dance

Pee-poem.

by Joel Newberger on November 14, 2012March 22, 2013

The Subway Car

“Jacob and / the angel / jostling in the / subway car”

by Alexandra Orbuch on October 31, 2021October 30, 2021

How the Dark Howls

“The same desperate anger which buried them there, / Lumbers over the horizon again”

by Henry Wright on November 24, 2019


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