“For the Girls,” by Penny Peyser

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

Putting on thy bra is not an option
When getting dressed to act’ally start the day.
Not doing so will trash a plan’s adoption
And leave one’s girls so aimlessly to sway.

“List of Bands That Must Stop Making Music and Why,” by John Meyers

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

I think it was a Halloween concert
in the nineties, when they were already old
TV cameras picked up a slice of
Gene Simmons’ ass cheek
visible though a stylish hole in his leather pants
It looked like what you see when
you first open a can of spam

“Tinged,” by Alison McBain

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

I hate to argue with you,
but I must say the sky is not blue.
It is studded by blemishes—
clouds smeared by the oily effervescence
of sunrises, sunsets,
bisected by rainbows,
vivisected by the worm-trails of airplanes.

“Light Fuse And Retire Quickly,” by Patrick Ritter

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

All pyros know
the instructions on Black Cat firecrackers:
Light fuse and retire quickly.
I should have lived my life like that.

“Hamlet’s Solilwocky,” by Tucker Lieberman

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Felt dread of something after death—
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Long life—To die, to sleep—No more—
And by a sleep to say we end

“Never Give Up, Poem,” by JD DeHart

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

someone will take you, poem
don’t give up
keep fighting the good fight
chin up

“We, humans,” by Nathaniel Sverlow

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

sex with coworkers
is not recommended

“He Considers Dating a Ballerina,” by J.P. Celia

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

He imagines moving to kiss her
And her pirouetting away,
Not knowing if she’s compelled to practice
At that very impractical instant, or attempting to play,

“The Wife Of,” by Annette LeBox

Apr 20th, 2017 | By

The wife of a goat is a goatee, a bearded lady in the circus, three bristly hairs on her chinny chin chin, trimmed and smoothed into a lively point, making the point that hair defines gender, sort of.

“The Bright Side,” by Mary F. Lee

Dec 20th, 2016 | By

Medusa turned every one of her boyfriends into stone
yet still found that her physical relationships with them
were deeply satisfying and lasted for hours.
“Such a hard on!” she exclaimed to the Gorgons.