Category - Poetry

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...

Literature Poetry Savannah Oliker

Night Choir

Savannah Oliker   I am five rows behind a pair of lovers, their heads bowed toward one another like white doves. Someone enters from the street— in a cobalt poncho and a big red hat. I cannot see her face— but I know she is a woman by the smallness of her and the shifty movement of her...

Literature Poetry Tess Liem

Selling It

Tess Liem   Men yell at each other at the fish market in Tokyo or so I’m told. I want to be a respectable monger like them. Instead I peddle analogies in which I am a whole catch of Alaskan crabs, creatures susceptible to sea sickness. I live on the floor not in the waves. Meanwhile, men...

Jake Byrne Literature Poetry


Jake Byrne   I got into inpatient She smiles bone-dry Caliper the fat on my hard palate Her skeleton grimaces I scrape a little mould off some cheddar with the blunt edge of a butter knife So happy in uncomplicated ways these days A sun salutation expels exactly sixteen calories The goose’s...

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