The first time it happened, it was on a rusted fence gate,unspooled chain-link goring through my leg, galvanizingmy white meat, so deep my body forgot to bleed untilI pulled the wire from me, leaving a… Read More »The Megaphor by Raniya Chowdhury
The kids are into born to die and get advanced degrees for close combat in computer science The kids party at places called Marina Del Rey and kill themselves with uppers and downers The kids… Read More »Poem #9 by Aniket Sanyal
Maybe it’s the sun that does it, throws myLast resort of contempt in harsh relief, and all itsSunburned guests swimming lopsided in their lazyOrbits and their genteel passions lounging on the shore–The idiots are on… Read More »The idiots by Jenna Obeid Mackenroth
Yesterday you wouldn’t believe my dream:on a table was the brain I admire most, my brain,in a saucepan, it had a mouth like a pig’sso it could accommodate an apple.The dream resisted the label, Nightmare:all… Read More »from Something In a Name. No, Not that One by David Calogero Centorbi
Being a writer is so fucking easy. I couldn’t imagine being one of these fucking geeks reading for hours and hours, too busy reading to make love to their missus or go to gigs or… Read More »2 fkn eazy by Rudy Civello
Some hot curiosity is swaying at the crosswalk,His face bearing the weight of a kind of emptinessAnd his body, an absence, ambling haphazardlyIn an L-shaped manner as he knights about theFour-way stop in his shining… Read More »The crucifixion by Jenna Obeid Mackenroth
This was after upgathering the broken rindsof yours and yours (both of yours’s) fruitrinds I sawa block or two back while out sidewalk-ing a bent mind. Herein they will become the shining of a meticulous… Read More »One Variation on the Vth Variation by Joseph Tate
-for Ali Huffman the cool tongue of the road is chewing burnt featherswhile we are separated from a wombstriking each other with music that devises clever chambersas every person adjusts gingerly to a more personal… Read More »The metamorphosis of forgiveness in a Stolen Episode, cathedral trusses bending support by Ryan Bry
Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved MeI dreamt that young Morrissey in his prime was my boyfriend and that he was the shy one and I was the brave one. He wore a baggy… Read More »I Am Loved, I Am Divine, I Am Nothing Three Poems by Tactical Surveillance Crab
They say culture peaked in the nineties. I don’t know if that’s true I wasn’t there. But by definition if there was a peak there must a decline, a comedown if you will. And there… Read More »(I’m trying to describe the scene using seemingly pointless tangents that mimic my own speech patterns because if everycunt’s writing these days then it only makes sense to be as specific to ourselves as possible otherwise) what’s the fucking point by Rudy Civello