Tag: Poetry

Danny Caine: Three Flavortown Poems from Vol. 9

Last Will & Testament When I die bury me at Randall Park Mallbeside the pebbled fountain where coiny wateronce bubbled, by the stage where Tiffany sneakersonce danced and twirled. For the service set out rowsof Brookstone massage chairs so the whir of the Shiatsuhums as my Auntie Anne delivers a prayer through saltytears. Let her…
Bad Survivalist Short Story: “Common Tragedy” by Sylvan Lebrun

It wasn’t their fault, the fire. The last time the sheriff’s department spoke to the newspapers, they said the investigation was still ongoing, nothing conclusive. So it could have been anyone or anything—bad weather patterns or a rancher burning their trash. Even if it could be traced it back to Nora and Chloe, they still…
Bad Survivalist Poem: “Let nothing touch the ground” by Sam Rush

The best way to treat bedbugs scream while screaming wait until you die / The best way move drive fast enough to outrun them they can’t fly if you run out of gas scream while you scream wait wait until you die let nothing touch the ground / The best way to treat bedbugs diatomaceous…
Poetry: “Acceptable Risk” by Tara Campbell

“Acceptable Risk” is a response to the “no-knock” police raid in Louisville on March 13 that ended in the shooting death of 26-year-old African-American EMT Breonna Taylor. Police say they knocked and identified themselves, but Walker and other witnesses in the building say they did not. The officers were not using body cameras. As reported…
Asa Montgomery: Three Poems from The Future

Like having your eyes sewn shut 1 Someone planted a treein my stomach. Roots tore through my ribs, limbs pokingunder my fingertips. Light splintered bark. My fingers felt the sun in the backs of human necks.Leaves brushed the backs of my lips. Invisible birds karee karee-ing,moths’ creaking their door hinge wings, leaving white dust in…
Clara Trippe: Three Poems

Silence for Those Who NestA poem for Homero Gómez González, environmental activist and protector of monarch butterflies You sleep with a closed fist, and uncurl your fingers in the morning. Lyingwhen you say your dreams were gentle: your peace is none of my business.The oils on our palms are…
The Future: Three Poems by Holly Day

Despite My Reservations Regarding the Apocalypse the dragon outside my bedroom window tells methat the end is coming soon, that it’s okay to get drunkfucked up, fuck around, because it’s all going to come crashing downso very soonthat there’s no reason to practice prudence or prudishness. it blinks its giganticblue-green eyes at me through the…
Four Poems from The Future by Jim Redmond

Aperture I don’t know why I had to start doubting GodI thinkit might have something to do with the governmentsomething about the redshiftI think many strange things I have not thoughtbeforemany small mothscovering my facethe lengthof their tongueslike what it mustfeel like to have skinsearching across methe life expectancyof so many lonely starsthat I don’t…
Alice Hall: “O SONG BOX,” a visual poem hybrid for Bad Survivalist

*Ed.’s Note: click image to view larger size. Alice Hall is a poet and educator currently pursuing her PhD in the Poetics Program at the University at Buffalo, SUNY. Before Buffalo, she taught poetry and writing in Portland, Oregon, where she earned her MFA. Her poems are published or forthcoming from Cleaver Magazine, Prelude, Dream…