Category: Poetry

  • “Why?”: A Video Poem for Side A by Justin Hamm

    “Why?”: A Video Poem for Side A by Justin Hamm

    Why? There’s a boy who beats an invisible drum and a boy who loves nothing more than to stand in the weeds and to run his fingers over the rough wood of the neighbor’s barn and a boy who hides from his chores and a boy who wants to parlay with his own confusion and…

  • Three Poems Exclusively from Jay Halsey’s Multi-Form Collection Barely Half in an Awkward Line

    Three Poems Exclusively from Jay Halsey’s Multi-Form Collection Barely Half in an Awkward Line

    Barely Half in an Awkward Line weaves a twelve-year span of Jay Halsey’s photography, poems, short stories, and essays. Photos featuring desolate rural and urban landscapes, thought provoking and oftentimes bizarre portraits of masked subjects, and abandoned homes, alongside written themes involving poverty, chemical abuse, homelessness, violence, the ruling class versus the working class, and…

  • Two Bad Survivalisms by Zedekiah Gonsalves Schild

    Two Bad Survivalisms by Zedekiah Gonsalves Schild

    Good in a Crisis I can elevate that glassfoot                                    above your heartapply unflinching pressure                         to that chain of woundsthat began with bitter                 cactus rind balm for the sun. I am good in a crisis                               a Swiss army knifeof bullshit I know / the plastic                 seat of a squad car feels likeit has space for cuffs…

  • Fox Henry Frazier: Three Mermaid Poems from The Future

    Fox Henry Frazier: Three Mermaid Poems from The Future

    Silver-Eyed Lilínabalén and Adam of the Red Soil Shared the First Pull & Fall of Earthly Promise By land, I saw his core transformedin daily toil   russet-smudged    ordained mortal scorch     iron  stains  & aches,known, he said, to man alone. We soaked in evening glow, orange orb dippingpast horizon. Lowering home. Night would rinse him clean,…

  • Haunted Passages: Five Poems by Howie Good

    Haunted Passages: Five Poems by Howie Good

    App-athetic (1) Strange how you arrive with no address in mind. Objects begin to misbehave, clocks to bend and stretch. And then a procession of pallbearers carrying empty coffins enters—creased, stained, stoop-shouldered. The century feels a lot longer than a hundred years. (2) Facebook announces a suicide prevention app. If the heart stops beating, it…

  • Haunted Passages: Two Poems by Matthew Weddig

    Haunted Passages: Two Poems by Matthew Weddig

    after a generally positively reviewed yet deeply boomerfied slasher released in 2022 when you are too old to fuckall you have left to you is murder your only options now arerent out the farmhouse in the backblock the exits with your frail bodythe passage of time owes you this muchwhy should the young bodies be…

  • Side A Poem: “Content” by Heikki Huotari

    Side A Poem: “Content” by Heikki Huotari

    Content 1. should a safe be dropped then so should a piano and to music and to money both should open     I say privatize the positive and socialize the negative and call it content     here a template there a template everywhere a template      in the same way that I hope for your sake that your…

  • Side A Poetry: “Sousveillance, or: The Springfield Sarah Jessica Parker Disaster” by Ben Tripp

    Side A Poetry: “Sousveillance, or: The Springfield Sarah Jessica Parker Disaster” by Ben Tripp

    Sousveillance, or: The Springfield Sarah Jessica Parker Disaster when money became speech Dyads parafin the duration non-machinable flesh mic at jowl non-camouflage couldn’t alter or predict cephalopod                       high-arousal unheroic teller city with lake interior The false antique no and subject theory I have failed the task of radiation cryptographic An air freshener with the…

  • Flavor Town USA Poetry: “We Feed the Living” by Courtney LeBlanc

    Flavor Town USA Poetry: “We Feed the Living” by Courtney LeBlanc

    The week my father died I dugthrough the freezer and pantryin my parents’ house, pulled outthe ingredients to make my sister’sfavorite dessert. As I stirred and bakedI thought of my father, his body smallbut his hands swollen with edema.As the peanut butter cookies cooledon the counter, the sweet smell filledthe house, I stared out the…