Ryan Mills: “Poem”

Then his pancakes come and I’m like Please leave the flowers— and really, after his question (“have you ripped a … More

Poetry by Philip Schaefer: “Radial Glow”

In the America of my fist the rats drew blood. You let them. You soaked me with hydrogen saying don’t … More

It is night and the feeling is coming on again. You know the one. There are rules for dealing with … More

*** Patrick Williams is a poet and academic librarian living in Central New York. His recent work appears … More

—for Steve Oristaglio There is a foosball table in a New Jersey summer home. There is a grand piano in … More

Sloth Girl lived at the top of a very tall tree in a great forest. Upon Sloth Girl lived Moth … More

Dossier #1 It’s the year of less-than-half the true extent of time. There is water on the moon And on … More

One You exit the long or short corridor and enter a hexagonal room with a door on each wall. A … More

Ask not how you could ever make it right. Instead, lie down in your young shame— its dirty, slender hairdo … More

I’m taking up running, I tell my husband at breakfast. My husband smiles though his juice. Adam is always running … More

*** Matt Kish is a self-taught artist and librarian. He was born in 1969, in June, and lives … More

Came down from the hills to find the thaw refrozen, ground even harder than before, and this in late March: … More