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Katie Clark Interviews Megan Falley

Megan Falley is in a word: sharp. Her poems have a sting to them that stays and her voice could silence a room. She is water running too hot in the best way. In addition to touring and teaching an online writing course called “Poems That Don’t Suck,” she is the author of three collections of […]

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DISAPPEARING IN BEACON HILL by CHRISTIE WEST

You are    a hitchhiker’s brainwash,    a negative gasmask,    a pair of waiting hands       vacant everywhere       You are a hoarder of ridges,    a concave risk, heartsick and    craving bludgeon exchange    in a room of soundless piano keys, pushed in. Lonely carnivore, with a dirty forehead   a mouth of murder. You beautiful handsaw,    ripping my roots to […]

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BODY SAY WHAT IT FEELS LIKE by CHRISTIE WEST

being touched in a charged body by       accident bounces bones enough to shed dead skin and leave flesh behind to finagle steady breath without a frame       of mind barely attached to a torso dangling out of the car window even if hanging on means swallowing       the one-winged mosquitos or pounding a steak until the vessels […]

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SPLATTER by CHRISTIE WEST

—– Christie West is a 20 yr old junior at Emerson College, where (she / they) created a major in Performance Poetry. She doesn’t care what your parents think of her tattoos. Her favorite things are: cats, bread, and women. Two she’s allergic to, one is out to get her. If she can’t change the […]

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MISDIAL TONE by CHRISTIE WEST

hi you might like the way the moon looks will you go outside and see for yourself put the phone down first open the door then close it take however long you need to make up your mind if you don’t come back before time runs out i won’t blame you doesn’t it look like […]

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COVET by LAUREN MILICI

you kept my amethyst in your jacket / so I put a new piece of citrine in your palm / we sit at the bar & talk about cemeteries / tell me about your father again / talk about New York / that one time you were onstage dripping with blood & your best friend […]

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QUEER (IN RETROSPECT) by AUDREY T. CARROL

15 and she invited me to sleep over at her place minimal adult supervision hours one and two dedicated to mocking a children’s movie because we were not children she let me test drive her violin, first string instrument I ever touched, told me my instinct by way of heritage

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HOOFBEATS by FISAYO ADEYEYE

It’s the talons stabbed and spread through the nervous system that keep the mouse twitching and give it the performance of life. A boy reads the forest floor: A bouquet. A pitying. He reads the horizon: an unkindness.

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GOOD HAIR by JASMINE COMBS

Parts of me are burning in dad’s ashtray. Tuffs of coiled hair engulfed in flame. Clink of hot-comb against stove. Crackle of fire against pomade. The house is smoky with the burning of my hair the flattening into submission the taming of the wild black the Saturday ritual.

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LETTER TO MARYAM by MILLIE GUILLE

I               was        staring  at           a              map when    the        men       came,    measuring the         width    of            Calcutta                with a              thumb  as            they       told        me to            stand     and        led          me         away. The        blindfold              smelt     of            cardamom and        I               remembered     my          mother’s shoe-size             and        the         warmth        of her         body      […]

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MY KENTUCKY/SNAKE SEARCHER by CM KEEHL

I was all need you were out         dog licking wound & ok/ so I’m destroyer all pressure pace move right through mouth & more do you swoon over Camus or coke & cum turn home melted ponder under slither fingers fighting fodder                           what kind of blood am I to you with war zipping hard underneath

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BLOOM by KRISTIN CHANG

I touch myself like a wound & my skin spits up its color like blood. It’s beautiful to feel darkness unattended in the body. To love the backs of our hands, to forget what will end us. I bruise the underside of my tongue

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NOW GO AND LOVE SOME MORE by COCO WILDER

They tasted open to me. Her fingers tasted open as chopped lemons; me squeezing the juice into the cuts until she says stop, it’s okay. Fill me with you instead. And I say, awesome, I’m glad you’ve agreed. Time for me. Then all the smoke blows: I every destination of direction.

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ANXIOUS DIVA by HANNAH KUCHARZAK

Anxious Diva puts me up for ransom. I ask her why I can’t feel my body. She just wanted to smell the cake up close. Who can blame her? Herself orbitless, disappeared? Dress sagging below the knees. Miss Charity wearing a ski mask, no panties.

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TWENTY-FIRST by AMY LAUREN JONES

On the picnic blanket under the oak tree my father turned to me and said: “We hope you always come back here,” where the shade eases the Southern sun on our pale skin, where we sit in favor, and I felt this birthday’s finite weight: the ratio of lie to light, and the brevity of […]

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MALNOURISHED by JACKIE BRAJE

He says things the way spilled milk does, calcium cutting and bone dry, so I cry about it. We stand outside a Mexican diner and an Open sign’s screaming red and blue all over his face as he tells me he needs something more. My

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WARP by RACHANA HEGDE

Teacher asks me to speak, asks me to sigh, asks me to be dramatic & shy (please?). Nobody ever says please. In my mind a crane is shifting and juddering to a halt. I’m the girl sprawled breathless, drawing myself nude.

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HORIZON by JAYY DODD

You will find roads familiar and vacant, daylight obscured by furrowing sky, some congested covering will billow from an apocalyptic breeze. Roadside civilizations will trace piecemeal monuments to all you knew as home. You’ll be passenger to your flesh, and it will guide you, traverse

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ART | Vanya Truong

INTERVIEW WITH THE ARTIST LUCIA PASQUALE: What are you currently reading? VANYA TRUONG: I am currently reading House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. It’s very strange and slightly haunting. I’m also re-reading Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre because I was feeling odd about myself again. Both books are very emotionally overpowering for me, so I […]

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I AM AN ATLANTEAN EFFORT ON MYSELF | Meryem Nuh

you do not know. i move from room to room. every morning. moistening my eyes. sucking in my belly. pruning my fingers in juice of mango. weathering my history on my forehead. the women in me want different things. breathing with my hair. rubbing honey cinnamon and shine of the moon on the inside of […]

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SEPIA | Fortesa Latifi

looking back, everything is sepia to me now: the pills, the shaking, the undressing, your neck in the shadow of the lost night, the pills, your hair cut over the bathroom sink, the broken front door,

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ON OLD POTS AND NEW YEARS | Bee Walsh

Mama told me it’s important to cast a spell around nightfall on the first day of the New Year. Some years I forget & maybe those weren’t some of my best, but as the onions caramelize in the bottom of my oldest pot, I whisper some of the other secrets Mama told me about new […]

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BITS ON SOUR BOYS | Naomi Langer

i. Sonic We eat in his car, parked, light off, radio on, watching the sun set over the edge of suburbia. Romantic-like. If we wanted, the identical tops of a hundred gable roofs in the distance could almost look like mountains, the heat waves off of the hot summer pavement the surface of a cool […]

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Clementine | Laura Mayron

“We’re going to be man slayers,” you told me, fox eyes glimmering. We were nine, on the playground. I knew you would be, with your sharp, fast grin and trickster ways. Already you were revolutionary. You moved through the woods like a sprite daring and limber among the sweet-smelling eucalyptus as we searched for fairies […]

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2 poems | Paul Alzate-Moreno

The Calculator So careful, full of measure, You weigh me against myself. My good faces off Against the darkness, And I want my champion, The white knight to win. My heart sighs, Which sways your scales. Your math exercise: Perhaps you do it From fear of calamity. Or you serve some goal Beyond what I […]

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