“Inky, Blinky: A Pac-Man Villanelle,” by Mitch Frye

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

The sheet peels off. The spirit dies,
Yet sight persists as through a haze.
In death, we’re left with just our eyes.

“A is for Addiction,” by Liz Sellier

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

A drafty basement. Bitter coffee. 12 steps.
Attendees join four-fingered hands
and bow blue, green, orange, yellow heads,
in surrender and serenity.

“A Poem About Desolation,” by Jared De Vore

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

[This is the poem.]

“To My Dear and Loving Cabot Extra Sharp Cheddar,” by Benjamin J. Chase

Dec 20th, 2017 | By

If ever cheese were cheese, then surely you.
I’ll never eat another; that much is true.

“-141,” by Natalie De Paz

Aug 20th, 2017 | By

His faithless cock wants to feel her sigh:
tender, deliberate, slow—
He could never love her like he wants her thighs,
her sleepy bending legs, vulgar phrases she borrows.