Michael Moreth is a recovering Chicagoan living in the rural, micropolitan City of Sterling, the Paris of Northwest Illinois.
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Michael Moreth is a recovering Chicagoan living in the rural, micropolitan City of Sterling, the Paris of Northwest Illinois.
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A mosaic of vibrant magnets covered my family’s off-white refrigerator. My eyes traced the mural from the I ❤ NYC sticker in the top-right corner of the door, down to the Honolulu postcard, and past the handle to family photos in Beijing, evoking memories that felt like fairy tales. As a kid, I believed our […]
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over early coffee, a friend reminds you how young you truly are, howyour head & heart are developing with a rapidness too invisible to praise. it feels so obvious, yet you forget all the time.look, every day you unveil a new shadeof yourself, strange unseen tones bleedingtogether on your palette. lookhow your face has shifted its shape over […]
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7/31: Mud Season is currently accepting 1 to 6 digital images, 3-5 poems, or one piece of prose of up to 6,000 words. Include brief author/creator bio. Must be at least 18 to submit work. 8/5: Parley Lit is currently accepting previously unpublished art (up to 5 pieces), up to 3 poems, prose of up […]
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is the worst possible method of acquiring information.i never like what i learn & i refuse to listen to reporters who dress in colors you won’t find in thewoods: horrible dark greys, blacks, & maroons. seeking answers, i take matters into my own hands: i walk around & ask every animal i see on a scale of 1 […]
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In the final stanzas of “Sanity,” poet Lydia Rae Bush defines her body’s position on the margins via contrast with “the center, / where I cannot stay or even land.” Unlike the poem’s second-person foil, whose position is described as “effortless,” the speaker “create[s] a constellation / with my jagged ebb and flow, // orbiting […]
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Highlighting recently released and forthcoming works by marginalized creators Poetry Is Not a Luxury: Poems for All Seasons by Anonymous Inspired by writer and philosopher Audre Lorde’s famous claim: “Poetry is not a luxury,” this anthology proves the vitality of poetry as a crucial source of inspiration, comfort, and delight. In a first section, “Summer,” […]
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Stand in the morgue and listento the hush between last breaths and statistics,where silence weighs heavier than data points,certainty is measured in empty homes and call medicine poison.Let mistrust metastasize like mold in flood-ravaged cities,watch fever slip through cracks in your rhetoric whileruin joins it in drought-cracked soil because disease is the freest thing of […]
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John Swofford’s schizophrenia makes him, according to him, neurodivergent, and he identifies as queer—where queer would mean that his sexuality doesn’t fit any category. This identity influences him as an artist. He was in a L’Exposition show at Times Square (2025) and a L’Exposition exhibit in Montmartre, Paris (2025). He can be found on X/Twitter […]
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everything was fireproof and temperateand the sky was whole and holding waterspace was clean and time was sloweveryone loved and believed in love orbelieved love would come they wonderedthey cried but their tears were waterfor uncooked seedseveryone was truthful and their names werefamiliar and their faces were familiar andtheir bodies were familiar and beautiful andeverything […]
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Highlighting recently released and forthcoming works by marginalized creators The Blue Door by Janice Deal Is a parent responsible for a child who commits a crime? If so, how can she deal with that burden? These are the questions that haunt Flo when her daughter Teddy plans to visit after a long separation. The prospect […]
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toil, ye lot | unmanned aero craft comms. |muslin walls | crowbar cracked the porcelain | family doll collectionrind oil | eyes of wild horse people | garland in pasture, twinkling garments halberdiers progress in phalanx | submerged vessel, ahoy & homewarddiscombobulated verse | atomic nonsense eponymous crime | said sin came natural | a […]
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wading in a lake of swing dance music, jeans rolled up to the knee-you were there with a sweat-soaked bandana on your head-this was a dance under twinkling electric lights in your backyard.the Moon was out, the stars were out, your smile was out, it was all gleaminglike a streetlight shining down on a graveyard […]
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Zigzag across the road only whenYou’re sure you’re safe, when the headlights aren’t burningXrays of your bones onto the concrete. Dark enoughWhere all i can see are the whites of your eyes. your Voice carries over distant traffic, jubilant and trembling.Unbelievable, how you carry onTough as teeth through the winter when the airScrapes at the insides […]
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Dear Father, Why did you keep taking me to your childhood home? Now that you’re dying, no one else wants to go there with me. My mother drives through in a rush, too spooked to stop more than a moment. Decrepit but still standing, then vacant, covered in weedy trees and vine, now cleared again, […]
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Since my dad died thirteen days before my bachelorette party, I have no choice but to bring him on the trip. Before I set off for Cancun, I pack all my white bikinis and show my fiancé my dad’s soul, which I’ve managed to place into a silver clamshell-shaped necklace. I kiss my fiancé goodbye, […]
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Sherry Shahan is a seventy-six-year-old pole-dancer who creates art in a laid-back California beach town. She holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts and has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in Poetry and Short Fiction and Best American Short Stories.
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6/30: Small Harbor Publishing is currently accepting unpublished chapbook submissions of 20-50 pages. Submissions should include a title page, table of contents, and a list of acknowledgments for previously published work. Cover letter should include your name, contact information, and a brief bio. Simultaneous submissions are permitted. Attach your manuscript as a word or pdf attachment. 7/1: ANMLY […]
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she lies in her bed and tries to dream tries to make this world fade away because dreams are like bubbles of unreality popping and pearling iridescent shine addictive like the stuff in her father’s pipe smoke like haze like mist like dreams her dreams are safe her dreams are prophecies and she dreams of […]
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lies its twisted self around the circumference of my brain. My age: eleven. The age I wished to be when he tumbled from earth to heaven: ten. Or twenty. Or thirty. Or any number beginning or ending with the number zero, because to the ancient Greeks “zero” is a non-number.“Nothing.” μηδέν. The number one (I […]
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I keep picturing bugs when I think of my body:maggots crawling across white fleshsteaming in the heatrib cage open to the elements. I wish my brain would stop going there,acknowledge the breath in my lungsand claim that as good enough,but my body feels alien. I picture brambles growing through it,vines tangled in the holes of […]
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HoodwinkedVantablackWarm food with hot drinksIce cream sells more in colder climatesDuolingo for body languageand facial expressionsPeople saying ‘awkward’ only making it soAn abundance of usernames already takenSame page, different booksAndele andeleBurnt brown sugar, failed caramelRust growing between our toes while illnesses try to gain popularitySludge mind—brain rotRealistic fantasies of traffic and waiting roomsLofty adjectives for […]
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Forget about biology and focus on minutiae.Break the smallest parts of body and mindinto opportunities for decay. Seed it well. Deny points of view until teeth crumble,vision blurs with tears. When battered,even the strongest soul softens. Once fatigue roots itself against actionanyone can be collapsed.With patience eventually any body learnshow to die—a little at a […]
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after Sharon Olds’ Never Saw my mattress-on-the-floor first apartmentmy met-at-the-student-union first boyfriendthe year they said the world would endI had to do it before the world would endroommates shouting through the wall in mockerydroplets of breath collecting on cold winter glasssummoning mold and other irritants thrift store couches and drives in Greta,my Honda with a failing […]
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Highlighting recently released and forthcoming works by marginalized creators The Nothing by Lauren Davis The Nothing, Lauren Davis’s debut fiction collection, exists on the whisper between reality and illusion. Think Shirley Jackson’s characters stuck in the damp Pacific Northwest or an Olympic Peninsula funhouse mirror held up to Karen Russell’s Florida. The worlds Davis creates […]
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5/31: ALOCASIA is currently accepting previously unpublished work by indigenous authors. Submit up to six works as a DOCX or PDF file to ALOCASIAmagazine@gmail.com along with a brief bio and mention tribal affiliation. Simultaneous submissions allowed 7/1: Sontag Mag is accepting up to three previously unpublished poetry and poetry translation submissions sent to submissions@sontagmag.com. 7/15: Sundress Publications […]
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Sunni Brown Wilkinson’s second full-length poetry collection “Rodeo”—selected by Patricia Smith as the winner of the 2024 Donald Justice Poetry Prize—is a book about the grief of losing a child, but even moreso, a book about the profound love that is at the root of all grieving. Wilkinson, quoting Mary Oliver, aptly defines her own […]
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A minor deity loiters in the parking lot outside the liquor store on Mannheim, where my ward works nights, scanning bottles of cheap whiskey and glossy packs of flavored cigarillos. This deity is a cagey beast. Upon his head he wears a crown of gnashing pitbull maws, all chomping and growling; the snouts are bruised […]
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Cody Stetzel is a Seattle resident working within communications and ethical technologies. They are a contributing writer for Tupelo Quarterly and the Colorado Review, where they offer reviews and criticism of contemporary poetry, poetry in translation, and more. They are a volunteer organizer and event staff for Seattle’s poetry bookstore Open Books: A Poem Emporium. […]
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The cliffside acts as morsel to the seawater feasting on rockCollapsible chairs sit unevenly along the cliff’s edge This is a weddingMy wedding dayA marriage of body and bodyBut for meit is a reckoningThis dormant queerness in me erupts And somewheremy father sitsmy mother and sister toowaiting for the ceremony to beginBut offstageI am threading […]
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I embrace my child with tears streaming down my face, attempting and failing to muffle the hitching sound of my sobbing. “Are you sad?” she questions guilelessly, squirming out of my grasp to gaze up at my face. She is not yet five, and without enough lived experience to have witnessed me in the depths […]
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The first high school reunion is a funeral.Afterwards, we chainsmoke in the backyard because language isn’t always enoughto get us through. There are people still alive in this world who need me (you) &feeling fluctuates though freeways refuse.I know the route & want it over withsince no one teaches in a ghost-cluttered classroom, except for […]
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Redwoods have a propensity to sing. Not in a melodic, dictated line, but in painterly, impressionist swaths. They hum as they reach for one another with outstretched roots beneath the Earth. In a crescendo, blankets of pines stretch for God. Holy rainwater spirits their growth. This concerto they embody wholly. I began, prior to my […]
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i was once mistaken for sunlight – soon i will be nothing again – i now dream only – of green compost bins – & the first law of thermodynamics – when he first picked me – the plantation was still green – chloroplast woven ionic sets – he called me yellow – & my […]
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(orignally published by Sage Cigarettes) jade vine’s unsent texts pile up like repressed memories–the self-proclaimed poet and gender vandalist describing absence as an overgrown plant taking root in its throat, framing desire as a horrific monster. Admitting that “i’m most afraid when no one’s touching me or thinking of touching me” (75), these one-line messages […]
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Highlighting recently released and forthcoming works by marginalized creators When Whales Went Back to the Water by Lisa Baird Steely, tender, and sensual, Lisa Baird’s When Whales Went Back to the Water creates a reverent container for a broken world. These poems are hymns to living in wonder through loss, joy, motherhood’s sleepless nights, domestic violence, and […]
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This morning was one of those mornings when I felt distance, between my daughters and me. Now an ocean away, now living lives I follow on Instagram. With people I don’t know. How strange to hold a being inside, to feel that first kick to the ribs (a sign that life is becoming) and then, […]
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Creation Myth Ghazal For years I stared at the mirror, begging to see someone new,and I named myself river; a place to begin, to become new. Like movement of water, or stillness, or peeringdown in the deep and seeing a reflection, new; and pulling myself out, dripping wet, to sculpt my faceand play with clay […]
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He never really liked her, his Marytoo pure, too fuckin’ piousnot interested in frolicking in bedkamasutra-ing new positionstangling like Twisteractually a bit of a borehours spent on calloused kneesmurmuring strings of nonsenseinstead of fixing him steak and fries Glad she said god was the fatherglad she said she was a virginno #metoo gonna happen herehe […]
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You can build it [1] You can build a math equation you can build a rocket you can build the brass-bright saxophone you can build the artery as it greasily explodes you can build the lightning strike you can build the star dense but fuzzy from light years away you can build the walls of […]
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“In your memory of this moment, are you alone?” Lindsey Wagner’s collages offer glimpses into intimate fragments of the past. Each scene is accompanied by poetry exploring the nostalgia of unresolved moments and the contemplative longing for what might have been. This month, Wagner shares her influences and the detailed process behind her creative outlet. […]
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Brutal Companion is Ruben Quesada’s newest, aptly titled, collection of poetry from Barrow Street Press. A true companion to the brutality of everyday existence amidst self-discovery, queerness, and loss, this collection is a dark hallway littered with small, round windows where light — and life — pour in. Brutal Companion is divided into three parts, […]
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Deadline: 3/20 Eastern Iowa Review is accepting CNF of up to 3000 words, fiction of up to 1000 words, one prose poem, and up to six visual pictures for their 19th issue. Deadline: 3/29 New Delta Review is currently accepting fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and hybrid submissions written by BIPOC authors. Simultaneous submissions allowed. Deadline: 4/8 Tahoma Literary Review is currently […]
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Highlighting recently released and forthcoming works by marginalized creators Pause the Document by Mónica de la Torre As the world shuts down, Mónica de la Torre’s poems become gregarious sites of encounter—homages to connections lost and new bonds forged. Shuttling between lyrical and experimental modes, the poems in Pause the Document challenge linear notions of time by […]
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Overture in Ow Major If my pain had a sound, it would be the pulsing hum of an MRI machine. I went into one when I was ten, maybe eleven. I’d been in and out of Children’s Hospital appointments for nearly a year, diagnosed with minor scoliosis for two, and stuck with doctors scratching their […]
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All this beauty around us. Whatare we to do with friendship? So easy-bodied, piled together on floor or couch, webend, bind, brace. Herbitten lip in mid thought. Theirbaggy legged short shorts,corduroy shirt stroke. Hiscollar bone become sweat slidedew skinned in low light. Kitchen-doorwaydialogue at the party. Goddamn.Elastic imprint on the wrist.Fold of skin, secret space.Guttural […]
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First, you’ll hear it Out by thelong grasswith thelong strands,that tangle andun-tanglelike a delicate mother’sun-delicate braid,there is a hidden pondyou pass by daily You will notice abuzzing—filling the sonic emptythat sticks behind earstucks in between toeswith plucking only leading to a multiplying swarm of colour Suddenly—Booming!The booming engine of a spacecraftcrash landing into earththunders through […]
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but i wish myself intothe titanic’s turkish baths,2 – 6 p.m.: men only hours,not despite its sinking butto de-baptize our longing;give me that high-conceptlow-effort kind of fatality:two queer bodies buriedinto drowning loungers& let’s fallinto each other’s skinbecause i can no longer standthat every love song turnsinto a confession of hunger,at least a ship wrecks its […]
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Teigan Lan is a queer Chinese writer, student, and community organizer. They write personal essays for their Substack, and have published op-eds with the Toronto Star and Melanin Base Camp. They are very fond of Mitski.
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Artist Karissa Ho’s work with watercolors compellingly explores the interplay of color and form. Her vibrant brushwork evokes both warm solar vignettes and intense seascapes. Influenced by the ever-changing sky and her favorite literary works, her paintings echo the sentiment expressed by poet Ada Limon: “Even / color was not color, but a mood.” How […]
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