Category: Poetry

Three Poems by Thomas Patrick Levy

How Circles Work Sometimes I don’t let it bother me and sometimes I spend the whole night staring at the mirror next to the bed thinking WHEN WILL THIS STOP HAPPENING TO EVERY SINGLE MONSTER. And in the morning usually I feel alright. It’s a wave, parabolas, math. It’s a cycle still but you know…
Poetry: Three Basic Cable Couplets by Larry O. Dean

Mia Is on Cloud Nine Mia is on cloud nine when she’s invited to join a modeling agency. Frightened and confused, she wanders the streets of Boston wearing a blood-soaked blue dress with $10,000 in her pocket. There’s a Sicko on the Loose There’s a sicko on the loose, and he’s managed to kidnap little…
Poetry: Karen Craigo’s “Small Gestures for the Never Departed”

There is a theory of ghostingthat says each side, blindto its counterpart, occupiesone space, and walks aroundthe other, or through it,in a dimension we are not equippedto know. But sometimeswe spot themin a single, lucid moment,and they are oblivious, funny-hatted,wearing the robes of their strangeness.And maybe they see us toofrom time to time and are…
Poetry: Adam Moorad’s “Villa Adrian”

you used toscrew a hicki lived withthat’s how we metwe slept together onceand it happened againin a celicai didn’t recognize youor even knowif it was actually youand on another nightyou danced for meand called mesomeone else’s nameand it reminded mehow i forgotyou knowi knowno one knowsabout this Adam Moorad is a poet, salesman, and mountaineer.…
Two Poems by Colette Arrand

The Xerox Machines Lose Their Will to Live First they made copies of body parts:hands, then buttocks, toes, and breasts.We thought this was intimacy, but they leftafter copying their resumes, didn’t come back.Whispers of layoffs, confirmed when cubicles grewempty, when fires were set to garbage cans stuffedwith what we’d made. Anarchy, once the vending machines,too,…
Two Poems by Ricky Garni

The Killer Truck It was after midnightwhen I saw the food truckpass by. At first I thoughtit was a bus. And thenI thought, No, it is a foodtruck. But where is it goingafter midnight? It has nowhereto go, but is going somewhere. Sometimes I wonder if the foodtruck saw me and wonderedwhere I was going,…
“Strange Bravery I Pay the Gods For,” a poem by Sarah Bartlett

We close our eyesso we don’t have to seeeach other. I drive my carthis way and die three timesa week. I keep coming back—life is relentless in its lesson.I drive my car past your housewith my eyes closed and arrive inAtlantic City. I play the penny slotsand stare at Cleopatra.I drop coins in her asp’smouth…
“Marco’s Poem”: An Interview with James Valvis by Jason Teal

James Valvis is the author of How to Say Goodbye (Aortic Books, 2011). His writing can be found in Anderbo, Arts & Letters, LA Review, Nimrod, Rattle, River Styx, and is forthcoming in Hanging Loose, Midwest Quarterly, New York Quarterly, Poetry East, storySouth, and others. His poetry has been featured at Verse Daily and the Best American Poetry website. His fiction has twice…
“I Was a Burning Studio Apartment”: An Interview with J. Bradley by Jason Teal

J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009), The Serial Rapist Sitting Behind You Is a Robot (Safety Third Enterprises, 2010), My Hands Are As Thick As Dreams (Patasola Press, 2011), and the upcoming e-chapbooks A Patchwork of Rooms Furnished by Mistakes (Deckfight Press, 2011) and Our Hearts Are Power Ballads (Artistically Declined Press, 2011). He is the interviews editor of PANK magazine and lives at iheartfailure.net.…