“These poems are hilarious, joyful, dirty, deeply felt, fucked, totally inappropriate, gorgeous.”

—Kate Zambreno

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by Eric Helms

A bright splash of toilet water from the top hat of late Mr. Bloom. He had failed to yield at a stop sign, kept tapping his cane across Broadway, was run over by one of those broom- sweeping vehicles....



by Erik P. Kraft

1/7/11 Had a few cocktails Also on the internet Seemed like a good move   1/13/11 Cooking wife meatballs Vegetarian remorse I did not give in   1/22/11 Note on the windshield “I would like...


The Anatomical Venus Wrestles with Pinocchio Syndrome

by Emma Sovich

The tourists shuffle infinitely past and the Anatomical Venus thinks about masks. When she mentions them to David, he scoffs: “The mask is a symbol overused.” His scorn, she thinks, comes ...



by Jeanine Deibel

Blow by blow. Without missing a beat. Bone of contention. Make bets in a burning house. Sweet talk. Take the edge off. Bend my ear. Blood and thunder. At the top of your lungs. Q...



by Jeanine Deibel

Heads will roll. A deathblow. Take the cake. Tide me over. Talk a blue streak. The word is out. Ships in the night. Foam at the mouth. Go by the boards. By the book. Get your sea legs. Ma...


Mother Tongue

by Meghan E. Smith

When I named my daughter Pangaea, I imagined moons, loaves, things whole. I believed tsunamis, earthquakes, magma would rock her faults to sleep, but she asked: “Why no life insurance, why no house ...


No The Majestic, Has to be The Majestic

by Mark Cugini

Some people say that when it got cold enough, people from Brooklyn would want to walk across the Hudson. But those same people are also probably really proud of my dad, who found a way to get this ver...


from The Depression

by Mathias Svalina

A boy found an accordion in his grandmother’s attic. Each time he pulled the accordion apart it yelped & spit out disjointed syllables. The boy could tell it was a language, but he did not recog...


We Are (Very) Important People on the Plane

by Steven Karl

We are important people on the plane. This is my pen hovering above the paper that is next to the peanuts. When the pen touches paper the imaginary music swells. The achey stuff of violins, cellos &am...


Jewel Erasure Poems

by Dillon J. Welch


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