Arin and Rachel take shrooms on the same dayI skip my meds so we can all trip together.Every time I am sitting with friends on a blanket at Grange Park at 6pm drinking carton rosé I’m like,This is what I was born to ...
I Love My Friends by Rob Macaisa Colgate
Poetry
for A.E.M.There’s nothing obscure about our sorrow— no reason to coin new terms for this needto pace the suddenly bare room wailing,wadded tissues scattered ...
After Chemo Failed by Dawn Manning
Poetry
ANSWERWe cook fish in the dark. All day I thinktoday is yesterday. I soak a video in saltwater. There I return tothe inky sea of childhood. There is nothing to eat. Spring fallsin layers: first the naked green ...
Two Poems by Julia Anna Morrison
Poetry
It’s a sin to call the horses beautifulbut they were, their hooves a miracleflaring fire with each beat—I shouldn’t remember it this way,but it was August. Or December.Creepers choked trashcans & stucco,the ...
Only Once Driving to Cincinnati by Kirk Schlueter
Poetry
Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion. So he painted red over red over red. Behind the colour he was looking for light. In 1942 he painted The Sacrifice of Iphigenia, where Iphigenia is not a girl, but a black ...
Rothko/ On Fear by Ollie Cowley
Poetry
boy to boy to the sidewalk, fingers that tingle like grass and touch. boy to boy to arms embracing and the streetlights all go out at once. boy to boy to hunger, to Yom Kippur, to Jewish holiday psalms and songs that ...
boy to boy to bed by Sam Herschel Wein
Poetry
Listen: everywhere the earth is flecked with grey. A shadow leapt from the ground to a tree. In Miami a banana is duct-taped to a wall.Blocks of granite lie like sarcophagi, pressing shim-faced against ...
On Learning that Chiquita Brands Financed Paramilitary Killings in Colombia by Shou Jie Eng
Poetry
after Philip Pearlstein How symbols lose their meaning: first, render them inanimate. Common. Made of wood, not marble or flesh. Give them empty eyes, faceless. The ancient Egyptians believed that a spirit could ...
Model with Swan Decoy, 1987 by Joshua Garcia
Poetry
After “One Train May Hide Another,” by Kenneth Koch
When you are hit by that fear of preferring not to talk with someone who approaches. When you stop to turn away and pull a copy of Tristram Shandy out of the ...
You Think It Is Safe To Cross by Millicent Borges Accardi
Poetry
