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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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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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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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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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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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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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GOD GIVES AN ELEGY by DIANA KHONG

my white willow name is doctor, creator of cold sheets, levee raiser as i kiss cheek & child, i am softer in my own hands, but hard as light parsed through a man’s lens       to empty cement giants and husk men       i have left retrograding, i am sorry under my heel: rainwater, my toe: typhoon […]

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BLUE SHIRT MAN by URVI KUMBHAT

Raindrops gathered on my nose like a piercing. It was that just awake, yawning Delhi rain Leaving me not quite wet not quite dry I am quite honestly lost in these gullies Rain has that faraway look in my eye quality— It scoops out my soul and scatters it in the dirt. Swanky house Block […]

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DUST BOWL by STEVEN CHUNG

I travel westward to reach earlier time zones. Cross a line and I am an hour younger, though my body doesn’t know it. I will extend my life this way: by crossing borders. My ancestors did the same because they knew that the only hometown is the skin,

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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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Bethany Mary on “Away Status” by Shy Watson

“Away Status” by Shy Watson is a poetry collection that will lead you away from your comfort zone and straight into something so alarmingly honest, you will want to both close the book and keep turning pages. It is hard and easy to read the words of someone who tells the dark secrets that no […]

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NO MANUAL FOR THE QUEER GIRL by DORA LEVY

my dear [ ], a.c. said that fragments are good things to inhabit, so i love you?/ i don’t know what this feeling is, because the last time i had a crush, i wrote songs for someone else in a way of disguising who it was for. (my first published work is really for you.) […]

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GATHER AROUND OBSESSION by JESSIE JANESHEK

the wooden bridge stretching              over black cacti.   Remember calves breaking                  as fast as you can.   What do you tell                                  your body paraded?   That you’re not satisfied until you’re sick in the dark

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PICK ME UP by KAYLI SCHOLZ

These knees, will be the pick-me-up when you fall on them. Knees, that you fell upon, crabby and rude in your A,B,C baby swing. You marveled at your mother in her cocktail gown, the shape of her shoes out of your reach. You lay there like a splinter until she picked you up. On your knees, struggling to see. Hide-and-seek […]

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BURNING ANIMALS by ELIZABETH BREDER

Tied up in bedsheets, drooling kerosene— This slump is a slow burning fire. Death by boredom or starvation, or By the constriction of your own hands Around the sprig of your throat. Will you stumble, sleepwalking From the burning room or paint a portrait In ash on the mattress? I get up to put a […]

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CRY WOLF by M. MILLER

judge, let it be known, it is so rare a girl cries wolf. the trial is so familiar, so familiar, so familiar (i am so tired) i could script it. ‘promising future’ and ‘boy of strong character’ and ‘first-time offence’. they report his swim times whilst she drowns

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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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