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“Seeds” by Noel Sloboda
07 March on PoetryAll that summer my brother collected John Milton’s teeth. He had heard at college that while Shakespeare was the most popular poet, Milton was the most refined. My brother felt...
“Responsorials” by Joe Weil and Emily Vogel (Pt.1)
14 February on PoetryGhost, 4th of July, 2013 I was never there—not really and if I was, I really wasn’t —I mean I may have been standing there like your Ma pretending to...
“Responsorials” by Joe Weil and Emily Vogel (Pt.2)
14 February on PoetrySing Pretty Shoes! The Pretty Shoes are singing songs by Faure. They are singing sad but tasteful and understated songs, the sort of tunes that appeal to intelligent circumspect women...
“Responsorials” by Joe Weil and Emily Vogel (Pt.3)
14 February on PoetryFrom The Book of Almosts The petals were falling all around the heads of emperors and churls. This is the closest we ever got to an end to class warfare....
“Heist” by Allan Peterson
31 January on PoetryWith the sky fairly smothered I cannot see how brush marks make a chair or a tree of feathers how dreams go in and out of me like a breath...
“Water Talk” by Rachael Lyon
06 December on PoetryWe perched ourselves in a curve of the shallow end, and in that way that two girls giggling amuse themselves, we talked underwater. High-pitched, our hair a mess of floating...
“Cadet” by Erica Bodwell
06 December on PoetryEric. Whom I couldn't help but fuck within hours of laying eyes on his Officer and a Gentleman face. Who sent me intricate, violent drawings on graph paper from his...
“Spring Harvest” by Stephen Cramer
15 November on PoetryAfter a long winter, when I dig my fingers into the cold frame's still ice-bound soil, I find in my hands the bone chips that some sated animal has left...
“Dear Neighbor” by Michelle Bonczek Evory
15 November on PoetryThank you for the apples you gave us in January, the ones you brought from the food bank where you also traded your yellow slip of paper for pounds and...
“cast” by Kate Peterson
25 October on Poetryi wonder what the men thought who had to pick up the plaster molds of my twelve year old body little blue torso two green thighs the yellow one...
