“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.

“No Title (on purpose),” by Matt Kolbet

Dec 20th, 2016 | By

As Charles jumped from atop the building,
he yelled like a native (which is to say he
made a noise as often depicted in the
media of Western countries (clearly
an artificial division, unfairly favoring
one side with false criteria of culture)
though natives surely had their own
reasons to yell, just not—perhaps—
jumping from buildings).

“How to Write a Good Book,” by Cole Bellamy

Dec 20th, 2016 | By

First take a bath
A long bath.
Sit in the tub with your phone and
Send a text message
To someone you’ve never kissed
But would like to kiss.
Tell them you’re going to write today.

“New Pantheon,” by Mickey Kulp

Dec 20th, 2016 | By

The hippie gods of tree and field
gave way to an elaborate telenovela
of scheming olympians
which gave way to The One
that nobody can agree on.

“The End of the World Comedy Roast,” by CL Bledsoe and Michael Gushue

Dec 20th, 2016 | By

When the world ends, it will end in squirrels.
The sun will warm our bald spots, and the wind
will blow the stench of our failures into someone
else’s kitchen. No more being sad about the price
of acorns. No more hollow trees filled with someone
else’s nuts.

Two Poems by Daniel Galef

Dec 20th, 2016 | By

I remember
the hour we lost.
It was April,
and the hundred-year-old trees were being born for the first time again.
I felt,
so briefly,
like I had control over time,
although of course I was only doing what I was told, like everyone else.

“enroachment,” by Grace Marshan

Aug 20th, 2016 | By

i once told a boy
that i searched for my own castle,
where the skies were sewn
from only the warmest of fabrics.

“A Game of Thrones Senryu,” by Anton Rose

Aug 20th, 2016 | By

gritty grey morality

“Salad Days,” Charles Edward Wright

Aug 20th, 2016 | By

These ribbons
of carrots?