Category - Poetry

Literature Poetry Sara Bess


Sara Bess   I am the only one here with all my fingers. My boss is impressed with this and the fact that I have never shot myself with a nail gun, though I am afraid of the loud noises of the air compressor of the dust and the splinters. I am careful with my hands. By Friday my mucus is...

Literature mwpm Poetry


mwpm   the first sets the standard & everything that follows can only hope to be an approximation ◊ ◊ ◊ the sun off the mirror looked like a butterfly aflame i wanted to put out the flame & the sun with it ◊ ◊ ◊ you lit you r cigar ette i got burnt in the bargain ◊ ◊...

Amy LeBlanc Literature Poetry

This is about someone else

Amy LeBlanc   Twenty minutes ago he slipped on ice, cracked his head open and fell asleep in my lap. He used to help me scrub the dryer lint off my palms and scrape the freezer burn from my forehead. He pulled at his milk teeth while we watched figure skaters without the volume on. He...

Literature Matt Broomfield Poetry

all orphans of the bushmeat trade

Matt Broomfield   Q: have you had unprotected anal sex with a man in the last 72 hours? A: i have fed a dying gorilla peanut butter in a strip-lit hallway.   Q: were you the receptive partner? now he is suspended between us. technicians dress and jug him, though he is still living...

Hong Nguyen-Sears Literature Poetry

A Secret Kept

Hong Nguyen-Sears   Under the man’s face is a second face, but he will never let you see it. While he’s asleep you could find the flap on the side of his jaw with your fingernails. You could peel it back, this other face, this outside face—if you were brave and quick. He wouldn’t stay...

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