Everything, Issue 35, Poetry

MATRYOSHKA by JEFFREY ZOU

She tells me how in Russian, Nesting dolls are like onions, layers unraveled To reveal more layers     Slowly                                            Slowly Her mother whips the shaft of a cane on the dance studio, Splintering […]

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Everything, Issue 35, Poetry

GASLIGHT by CHRISTIAN J. COLLIER

I wrote about the assault a year after it happened once, converted reality into a short fiction piece for a class in college & a week later, my professor, in her critique, told me that the way I’d described the act was not plausible, that it could not occur in the manner in which I […]

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Everything, Issue 35, Poetry

AMERICAN ROT by DANIEL TOBIN

When I’m with you I feel clean       mother-made-your-room-clean I am a 50’s diner clean                     I want to throw everything out my window the bed, my speakers, books,            high def televisions, to choke on the empty with you        naked and crosslegged  […]

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Everything, Issue 35, Poetry

REVOLUTIONARY LOVE by OLEANDER VENZON

have you ever noticed that the moment before we kiss is made up of the tension before a riot? air filled with both nothingness and hope molotov lips hot and unholy and burning for attention; together we make a lit match– a real fuckin faggot– together, we burn western civilization to the ground // i […]

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Everything, Issue 35, Poetry

JAZZ by SARA MATSON

long dark body wave hidden under regal mythical blood + sex /// i am a love child of punky teenage dragons + fucking serious art   over the moon i wait besting key rings between knuckles / obsessive fantasy gibbous / cackling blonde wigs curled like a weapon   cautiously interrupted by a charming romance […]

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Everything, Issue 35, Poetry

VAMPIRE by MAYA MALDONADO

i got called a “sexual vampire” once   and i think he meant it as a compliment. he doesn’t know i am the worst kind of vampire the real kind, the bone kind, the steely fanged kind, doesn’t know i have power crackling from the tips of my fingers, doesn’t know i peel my skin off each […]

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Everything, Issue 35, Poetry

STRAIN by SALLIE FULLERTON

It’s a chain link    all the times I told myself to dig in and forced     a simpler phrase my muscles are sore and stringent and you ask me what the hell this means it’s a system of grabs and takes eventually  you learn to move in tune  to smaller steps. A night falls on you like […]

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