National Poetry Month: TEA WITH MS. QUAN by Dan George
Tea with Ms. Quan by Dan George soft edges ripening in the sun of an empty bag * I’ve been thirsting for the future textures this pumpkin decomposing articulates our atmosphere Let’s manifest a line the mind finds charming sexual...
National Poetry Month: TWO, THREE by Dawn Pendergast
Two, Three (from The Even) by Dawn Pendergast You press your face to the window. You turn into string. Hours move like fish in the room & I watch the pigs do simple things outside your hair & fingers laced like straw touches of mud on your...
National Poetry Month: I AM AFRAID AT TIMES OF THE STORIES I TELL by Sasha Fletcher
i am afraid at times of the stories i tell by Sasha Fletcher In my free time I build altars. Recently I built you one inside my locker. It consists of you inside my locker. Outside I have arranged some candles and a bag of takeout. It would mean a lot to me if...
National Poetry Month: ALL THE SCIENCES by Laura Eve Engel
All the Sciences by Laura Eve Engel The year I fail all the sciences there are many factors but no one’s in any way confused. The radio brimming with everything it knows about some shooters until it gets the shooters down to two. The dead men’s rooms reveal...