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I AM A GUN by CHLOE BELL

there is a bruise on my ass shaped like a gun. I cover it with my palm and find that it is hand-sized. I take a picture of it and send it to my two best friends. I text my mom and say, “it’s a metaphor.” I stare and stare. I put my hand against […]

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QUIET SKY VIGNETTES by KRISTEN ZIMMER

a lone heron watches as the wind allows the trees to touch their long lost lovers. it’s a spring-sunny day made for Harbord Street. cream clouds wispy with winter’s dying breath against a morning-coloured sky. the cool autumn air under the first-quarter moon breathed into my lungs like untouchable water, reminding my skin of the […]

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BEING AND THIS SKIN by SAVANNA DEWEESE

it’s just a split lip December a bull’s eye of a birth month all wide eyed and waning turning twenty-one felt nothing like shedding skin and everything like the crack of a honey comb I fell in love with a boy and choked on the full moon and tumbled all the way through the rush […]

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ME AND FOOD by MAYA MALDONADO

the chicken fries i’m eating don’t taste like 2005. they’re seasoned differently, and i don’t know how to breathe when the pupils of your iris-eyes meet the rubber of my boots and tell me “bye” and i realize that i think i love you. i keep the streets in the back pockets of my jeans […]

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PODCASTS GOT ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY by IZZY LESLIE

maybe it’s a springtime feeling w/ the melting flowers perfume in the air, but i’ve got myself thinking I might be becoming something. I tweet and delete i’ve been thinking about marilyn monroe a lot lately and how much of a superstar she was and how it’s wild that a mortal could be a goddess. […]

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FOREVER by DANIEL GARCIA

I think, deep down, everyone wants someone who looks at them the way Beyoncé sings Love on Top. I mean, there’s just something beautiful about how the key to a melody could change so many times over the course of so many minutes, so many years, so many lifetimes, and it’s still the same song, […]

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Katie Clark interviews Ollie Schminkey

I first encountered Ollie Schminkey’s work about two months into my first serious relationship when a friend sent me the link to Schminkey’s “Two Twin Beds.” In that poem I found an articulation of so much of what I had felt completely incapable of communicating. It became a sort of first step for me towards […]

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NICOLE LANE interviews SIMONE QUILES

Can you talk about the piece, “Chiquita” in particular and how this still life touches on themes of exotification and sexualization? At first glance, Chiquita, seems like a classical European style still life with fruits and a decorative floral pattern. However, considered alongside “Not exotic (not your forbidden fruit)” it begins to take on a […]

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SLEEPWALK A DEAD THING by JULIA SIMMONS

you’re in the trunk of a car until the breath of blood throes you into a desert storm         what tastes worse?         the burnt out butt of a gun? or           saltwater. the dust leaves you somewhere in the middle of southern california you sleepwalk through the […]

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PITANGA by LOGAN FEBRUARY

the floors of memory are glass, which means the medicine isn’t working, which means I am back on the floor, which means it is July, which means the cherries are in bloom, which means they are painting the shrubs red, which means they look like fire, which means I’m going to try to pick them, […]

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WAYS THAT I COULD BE REBORN by MADELINE KENNEDY

move to miami move to new york become a buddhist really learn how to do my eye makeup start doing angel dust stop doing angel dust dangle from a rooftop like emma stone in birdman start running stop eating listen when people tell me they don’t want me to love them torture instead of being […]

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PRETTY BONES by RACHEL HAAS

slip off my skin and look inside do you think my bones are pretty? chalk white, moon-like, they piece my body together now that my heart has stopped pumping blood i’ve gone cold beneath the freckled constellations on my chest tie my arms up behind my head until my wrists are raw and weeping next […]

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CITRUS by ALEXANDRA MARTINEZ

When I was a girl I ate whole oranges The taste of sweet pulp and bitter peel like eating sunlight Before me there was Abuelo Picking grapes Before me there was Pa Picking oranges He must have laughed as he saw me The fruit of his labors in my mouth   Alexandra Martinez is a […]

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NOV. by CHELSEA MAHONEY

i would like to sink into a hot bath the same way i melt into the early darkness that pairs with winter. sometimes i escape raw weather by going to house parties with strangers and peering through their bathroom cabinets smoking and drinking and seeping into the wallpaper like a stain from a photo that […]

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Katie Clark interviews Adrian Rojas

So I first read your work on Maudlin House and I’m curious: what is your relationship with the poems in that set (wonderfully titled “SOME *DRAKE VOICE* TINGS I WROTE AFTER I THOUGHT FOR A SECOND“)? i tend to write a lot about my anxiety, which, as i’m sure countless others can attest to, is […]

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IN JULY ON THE CALIFORNIA COAST by CADE LEEBRON

I hope I’m around when an earthquake flips a tidal wave up toward Tsunami Lanes. Or when all the TV couples we’ve shipped get divorced, and whatever remains is dissected for our viewing pleasure. If you’re not here for this tragedy we call an after-party, why come at doors? All I’m saying is how perfect, […]

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SOME DAYS IT ONLY TAKES THE WORLD by ANNIE MCQUADE

to swallow you whole. others it takes the voice of a former life. a forgotten voicemail, or an old youtube video. and maybe one day feeling my absence will leave your teeth aching, or maybe it will make you feel more christmas lights than brush fire and guilt. i think one day your name will […]

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ENSEMBLE FOR SOMNAMBULISTS by SHAMAR HARRIOTT

I am exquisite in the darkness— Never Blanche DuBois. Never so derelict, but maybe the same sickness; the same hunger for those tarantula arms. I am drowsing in phosphorescence    lulled from these sinuous shores by those questions of divinity: The wound in the right side and the mirroring of fevered light. Flash cut: Streetcar reconsidered […]

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MUMBLINGS by LEAH HILL

it was always Seattle it was always in the dark our bodies in search of something a drink a dance an open doorway the four of us, one me two duos you with your pale eyes, your name I saw a love inside distantly, we four walked Seattle’s Greek row, four who would never arrive, […]

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TINCTURE by LEIGH MARQUES

me, my softness starts somewhere in my belly, unfolding like freshly pressed grass; it arises from somewhere you cannot reach by just the touch of my skin she, keeps tepid water cupped in her hands like kindness, adjusting to the temperature of her skin the longer she holds it close she tells me: this valerian […]

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Jessie Knoles interviews Talin Tahajian

How long have you been writing for? Do you have a specific writing process? I’ve been writing for a while, but writing seriously for less than a while—I’m not sure what initially drew me to poetry. I think I was just kind of struck by this idea that nearly everything that exists is poetry. I’m […]

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Lesley LeRoux on “Nine Island” by Jane Alison

From her balcony on the 21st floor of a Miami high-rise apartment, a woman, identified as “J,” muses over the comings and goings of neighbors and strangers, all the while contemplating her own solitude. It feels a little voyeuristic, reading the intimate thoughts of a woman being a voyeur herself, and at times even like […]

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NICOLE LANE interviews GEORGE WYLESOL

How would you describe your style?   It’s kind of hard to describe. I almost think I don’t have a style. I’m not very good at stylizing or idealizing during my drawing, so I end up just drawing the subject very simply and precisely. I think I referred to my style as “instruction manual drawings” before, […]

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IT’S NOT GONNA KILL YOU by JESSE RICE-EVANS

Voices golden like my heart or wait actually my hands ready to swallow flames like hungry moths or wait actually more like a hawk, jagged insides, chemical-drift, the lisped roundness of your scoopneck soft shirt the one you wore on the roof as the moon licked your neck curled behind you like a small mammal […]

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DREAM OF AN EMPTY HOUSE by BRIDGET BOYLAN

an imagined empty room. I am surprised in a white dress, beckoning you. materialize next to me, all at once we’re in a pew, watching the organist you look at me with misty eyes. your weather implores me to stay. so I do stay. I’ll do anything to stay here with you curled up in […]

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FIRST SNOW by ADRIENNE NOVY

Just before my 21st birthday, my brain is floating on less than half a glass of wine. “I’m saving the rest of the expensive stuff for myself,” my friend Mara laughs, pouring me a small taste of Barefoot before serving herself from a different bottle. I slowly nurse the rose in my fingertips. There are four of […]

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MAKING PRAYER TO ANY LISTENING GODS by EMILY BLAIR

to give us this morning of shadow-cast bodies lumped under thick, stiff quilts, wooden blinds chopping winter-white sunlight up into more manageable blocks my beautiful wonder sprawled on her stomach we rinse out sticky wine glasses to later refill every flat surface covered with clay, candles and their coated holders, pencils and canvas edges, dead […]

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THE EXORCIST VISITS CAMDEN by MOMTAZA MEHRI

They come to me. Two flights up the stairs, above the kebab spot, opposite the stripped flesh the butchers. See how they run to me. A gorgeous cloud of need. I promise nothing. No refunds. Leave your guarantees at the door. Line ‘em up. I turn ‘em into water. Ever seen a man wearing hope […]

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FOG by NATALIE CRICK

When it is dark out, The sky closes itself like a window. I watch them Drink from the same empty stream. There will always be Smoke in the trees. We left fields and orchards untended. They withered as we slept. The birds will be dead by Spring. I will crawl Unhurt over their bodies, Only […]

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Lesley LeRoux on “Celeris” by Emily O’Neill

There’s nothing like poetry that makes you stop and reread. Poetry you can savour – that clings to the back of your throat, insists on being taken in not just in one sitting. This is the poetry you fall back on, and that, perhaps, you have resting beside you on your bedside table, waiting. It’s […]

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