568 by Kate Greenstreet   Light by six. Like everyone, she’s simple.   I understand her crazy trust. But how can these tricks work?   Parks at night   are always dangerous. And our will. Free will.   She cuts herself. I never got close to...

New Romantics by Farid Matuk   Carry carrier the disease is not a bad thing is forever new romantics sing precise of them women inside me   cherry wine Faye had butt kids dance close without touching fall into your comfort, grain dance quinoa purple pink...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Historical Documents by Kelly Forsythe   I am writing an autobiography of myself as a man. I want to use the word “excavate” here   but I’ll use “imagining” instead, as in / you see me imagining deep unconscious feelings of manliness. Doesn’t everyone love tan...

Hebrew Lesson: Lichbosh by Marcela Sulak   To conquer, occupy, preserve   Before bowls and jugs existed there were clay walls around Jericho—its name means fragment, and sometimes, it means moon. How to enter it is crucial. Wise to have spies when you’re...

Am I going to get raped in the park where I read my mother's poem by Anne Marie Rooney   Is that why they keep the gate locked so I can know not to enter I am every girl on a bicycle and my hair feels good I want to say salty but river beside me oils a coming The...

Anatomy (II) by Rachel Mennies   Today I let a man touch me whose hands had been inside the dead. We make a habit of this: touching after anatomy lecture, after convocation with the cadavers, the basement of fumes and rubbery cold muscle. Together we reclaim the twin...