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When men envision the future,
polyester-clad chest over wrought-iron frame echoing
like the long, hollow hold of a wooden boat,
little ray guns, shiny, Continue reading “2098,” a Poem by Holly Eva Allen
Sữa: milk. (Watch the dip of your tongue–Sửa: to fix.) Curdle rinsed. Empty plastic gallons windchimed against your collected hollow aluminum. Cans creased sharp. Sliced your and mother’s fingerprints. Stung to grip the bag. Big enough to float. Gravity-less smile on cartoon Earth. Revolving wheels crush and haybale. Overalled, the attendant opened our bag to sort and toss. Five cents. Ten cents. Not in California, not … Continue reading “Speak, Plastic,” a Poem by Jade Hidle
I follow you as you follow the one above you.
You take the cliff, the trees, the deer on your wings.
I am behind you watching the ground over which we fly. Continue reading “Cliff Notes,” a Poem by Diane Glancy
If you turn
to the Mississippi
river, you’ll see
the closeted Continue reading “Earth Gazing,” a Poem by Rubin Hardin
and feet Continue reading “Callus,” a Poem by Chris Alaimo
First was Neurotic Fake Woke Sadboi – nobody came and he refused to sell me weed when I wouldn’t have terrible sex with him again. Continue reading “Here are the Men I’ve Dated or Fucked Since You Threatened to Peel My Face Off. Not Both. Only One or the Other.” a Poem by Jack Hawthorn