We pull ourselves open, oranges exposed as flesh, the pungent smell of being closed too long […]
Ryan Gunn
TJ: Do you actually sit down to write a sonnet, ghazal, or villanelle? Or is it a […]
Women in Form: AE Stallings
TJ: Do you actually sit down to write a sonnet, ghazal, or villanelle? Or is it a […]
Women in Form: Erica Dawson
How fortunate the boy holding his father’s hand crossing the street coming home from a movie they […]
How Fortunate the Boy by Alicia Ostriker
& the small bird at the roof’s edge breath of cloud […]
Fourteen Lines for Betrayal by Lisa Fay Coutley
I Was Once a Handsome Boy I was once a handsome boy, heard Socrates in the porticos, […]
4 poems by Anna Margolin translated by Maia Evrona
sea. waves. woman. (a tritina) At the edge of the water, someone waves, mirrors the movement of […]
Words in Intercourse: waves. The Waves. woman (an elegy for ...
Kristin Grey Apple is a NYC-based video artist. She investigates the tact involved in being […]
nyc3 by Kristin Apple
At this opportunity, Mademoiselle Claudel proposed to me the model of a group, with a genuinely interesting composition […]
L’Âge mûr by Katharine Johnsen
Anne Sweigart sits in a Cleveland diner crowded with grim truckers […]
Light Year by Edward Hamlin
Imagine a yellow that first turns red then white. Imagine a woman immersed in it, dressed in […]
Pictures gleaned from a garbage bin by Mustafa Ziyalan
I haven’t done it yet, but so? I’ll leave you in Gethsemane’s xystus, the beck and call […]