Damian Rogers
How many times must I learn the lesson of compression? Let go of everything you know and start from scratch....
27 July, 2015
Poetry
Luis Neer
with my hands i make a sculpture of your voice sometimes i tie it to pigeons sometimes i set it on fire...
20 July, 2015
August Smith
In line at the grocery store a baby stared at me maybe because of my orange facial hair or my green hat loud under bad fluorescents...
06 July, 2015
Ruby Brunton
after he collapses on top of me & rolls off something pours out of me like a life force but it’s a replenishable resource I’m dying...
01 July, 2015
JC Bouchard
Nothing is absolute The sun reflects everything Even itself And my memory of your hands has limits...
30 June, 2015
Richard Kerwin
and the piano ravel composes and the presence of other bodies crowd heavily against me...
29 June, 2015
Meghan Greeley
we will never be loved as by the flies you and I, spread bone naked over pillows. How they hover, the lovers...
15 June, 2015
Jason Freure
We come here when pizza night becomes every night. We come here to pretend that nights off are special. Most of my nights are off. I swill my ice water around....
30 May, 2015
Sophia Katz
God is the icy water you splash on your face in the morning. God is the blonde hair you keep finding around your room, whose owner you are having trouble identifying....
26 May, 2015