Nora Fulton: Four Poems

from Life Experience Coolant. BookThug, 2013. R EM P L I S S A G E How dare they call it emptiness, constitutional emptiness, whilst enjoying the finest qualia of life…

Matthew Fee: Two Poems

Matthew Fee: Two Poems

A THEORY OF STATIC   The world is everything that is the case. A case is a situation that requires investigation, especially by a formal or official body. A body…

Elizabeth Robinson: The Soul

Elizabeth Robinson: The Soul

THE SOUL   The soul in its doorway and then the doorway dies. This is misbehavior. Each soul is a kind of manna on itself. A doorway that recedes in…

Drew Gardner: Pop Rocks

Drew Gardner: Pop Rocks

POP ROCKS   Things I’d like to do: Go to Arizona to visit Jessica Make a new friend Get a job Help with invisible exploding children Have an Alzheimer’s summer…

Lauren Russell: Hunt for the Unicorn

Lauren Russell is the author of the chapbooks Dream-Clung, Gone (Brooklyn Arts Press, 2012) and The Empty-Handed Messenger (Goodbye Better, 2009). She is an M.F.A. student at the University of Pittsburgh,…

Patrick Warner: The Therapist

Patrick Warner: The Therapist

THE THERAPIST In just five minutes she gave us our narratives: you were the smoother-over, the peacemaker, while I was the perfectionist, and together we had passed these traits to…

Two poems: Charmaine Cadeau

Two poems: Charmaine Cadeau

THROWAWAYS   A girl washed up, the body of a girl, and we set sail until oily in the sun, salt-whipped hair heavy as ropes.   Dropping anchor, we dove…

Robin Richardson: Two Poems

Robin Richardson: Two Poems

USING LINE TO MEASURE WEIRDNESS   A whore’s account of ivory The 1800s Stampede bleeding through the gullet when he sneezes Tusks that lean like dancer’s feet towards the carving…

Jennifer L. Knox: 3 poems

Jennifer L. Knox: 3 poems

POETRY READING: FRIED CHICKEN AND WAFFLES The writers get zipped to the gigs on golf carts like white blood cells to a wound. But who among us asks the hairlipped…

Mat Laporte: Three Poems

Mat Laporte: Three Poems

NECK SPASMS All my poems come shaped as birds after they died. My friends, the heavy soft bargains, yes you can. The confabulists, identical with capital. Soupy neckties in the…

Klipschutz: THIS DRAWN & QUARTERED MOON

Klipschutz: THIS DRAWN & QUARTERED MOON

Renovate me like one of your Victorians, San Francisco. So begins THIS DRAWN & QUARTERED MOON, which finds humor in romance, romance in humor. San Francisco quickens its lyric pulse. As…