Junior Prom, 2009 – Izzy Leslie

This boy with a septum ring and I were walking towards our high school’s entrance. The boy’s name was Cole, but for whatever reason now he wanted to be called Phil so my friends and I dubbed him PhilCole, sorta like Justin Bobby from the Hills. Awkwardly, as all of my self conscious teen romantic […]

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Post Ass Kick – James Ezra

  So much blood in his mouth, He’d swear his tongue was chrome.   Saliva turned to liquid mercury, Thin between the cracks Of his teeth.   Lip inflated Like a slug Doused in salt, It twitches like it’s Set to burst.   Eye a cherry bomb In the socket. Never got to see it […]

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Three Poems – Sneha Subramanian Kanta

  at the railway station     like Godot I paused to see the arrival hour. we live full of pre-occupations of time in the dark. now shaded like a painting of Edvard Munch, I stutter by the dim pathway that overlooks train tracks. there is somebody who awaits me with their anxiety on the […]

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Five Poems – Volodymyr Bilyk

  1 benevolent urge of exuberance. – IMPACT; matters profusely. gewgaw tinkle:   …. cord – squeezed and twisted…   bottom – crushed, pumps smoke. squashing sinew…. ….: WHUD: wad-wad sawtooth-sine afore eyes shredding gaudy tidbits   soup moment…. whistle   *** 2 soft sounds meant to evoke lapping waves sustained, single notes – imitate […]

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Baby Robot ™ – Arielle Tipa

  << one ♥-shaped button short of a christened gaze, microchips in psalms / pink computer watches her owner (i.e. girlchild) use a crinoline as a birdcage / sends email sans afterthought, subject line: may I suggest Viagra.jpeg for your condition? / (the AOL dial-up signal is an Amber Alert) / girlchild, web-diary entry 5/13/03, […]

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Three Poems – David Bradford

Nobody’s Sleeping   Poor man retirement still ye ole sorghum The thwacker round his pile of butts never gone   and the landlord’s lungs still      halfway to drowned on the porch lawn chair at 2am       Our wee widowers still          spot-checking the village for young blood and dead skin   our four-bypass lord still king […]

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Penance – Nate Lippens

  Lorna’s voice is distorted through the caved-in metal grid of the intercom but I can hear feathery panic in it: She has forgotten that we have plans. There is a pause and then a nagging broken whine sounds. I push open the door and climb up the warped stairs. When her door opens I […]

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Please Punch Me – Emily Wilson

  I got punched in the face at a bar and now blood is gushing and I can’t find a way to get the blood to stop falling from my face. Two days ago a kid got shot here for saying “Hey Susie” to a douche who is insecure about his masculinity being violated in […]

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Sad Interval – Nooks Krannie

  The first time I walked into the third floor apartment, my fingers were wet. You were unboxing ceramic kitchenware – a parting gift from the last of you to my current black eye. All I could hear was the woman nextdoor talking in a high pitch muffle. I sat on the floor and then […]

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