by dylan krieger orlan or what little lamb electrified by elective procedures jigsaw muzzle mosaic nymph myth venus europa mona lisa who is your face today? kept wide awake…
by Amorak huey I do not want to write a poem about a tyrant. A tyrant is not a poem. Is not a form of a poem. Is not syllable count…
by christopher m. drew 1. Dormancy The doctor thinks that I’m shrinking. I step off the scales and perch on the edge of the bed as he scratches his pencil…
BY PAOLA FERRANTE On Friday the 13th I could have been Sandra Dier, lips gashed up like Marilyn's in six shades of red technicolor, waiting for the knife, close up on…
BY RENOIR GAITHER The moon moves in the lining of your skin ~Pablo Neruda The skin I’m in warmed Ticonderoga #2 pencils, cragged the geysers Of measles, and saddled platters…
BY SARA RYAN TASMANIAN TIGER when the odds are 1 in 1.6 trillion, prove them wrong. flash your stripes in kaleidoscope patterns of disbelief. kill all the sheep in the…
BY BETH GILSTRAP AND JIM WARNER Dischord No. 15 You ride four hours to Appalachia in the back of a Volkswagen Scirocco with his bumper in your lap. Empty, the…
by Alison Leigh Lilly It's embarrassing how much I love each one of them. For instance, take the girl in college who wanted to be a priest and said you can't…
by Jennifer Martelli The first shouldered the new moon sky. The second was a single blue oculus on the tail of a fearful peacock. Here was the last wound that could…
BY TODD DILLARD FAT BOY The body is a treasure map which is why my nails carve exes across mine. Dig here, remove this, search for the beauty buried…
BY DANTE DOUGLAS WE ALL HAVE TO COME HOME SOMEDAY I learned I was black the same way that I learned I was depressed less like a discovery at all…
by julian k. jarboe The first nice thing I ever did to my body was tear it open. Before then, my standard cruelty to myself was taking things in that…