• Self Portrait

    Self Portrait

    by Kelly Stacy I woke up this morning & was over Kelly Glen Stacy,burdened with his dryskin & squirming thoughts,so I threw on a light jacket& the air was as fresh as it was gonna get& I walked a few miles for a sandwich & lemonadecause sometimes even I knowif I just get realhigh all…

  • Wednesday in February

    Wednesday in February

    by Kelly Stacy It snowed this morning and with the temperature’sslow rise turned to rain, the thin sleet sheetshung around till one,then faithfully they gave themselvesover to the constant patterand I am up to 1848 in People’s Historyof the World, it has neverbeen a good year for the peopleand there is no sky this afternoon,no…

  • Haircut

    Haircut

    by Katie Pukash My voice is a hieroglyphhunting for a cave to call home.I cut my hair for this.I have seen all my mother’s untouched jewelry.I have worn out the family nooseby tying knots around everything that is swollen.There is a nightlight in my childhood bedroom without a bulb.Ask me how I survivedand I will…

  • The Carpenter’s Son

    The Carpenter’s Son

    by Katie Pukash mine is nothing but stain-each carving a little less.can’t say too much about the carpenterwhen the carpenter holds the only chisel.pliers for eyes-he will call you Floorboard andClaw hammer and Screwdriver and Sin-will knock at your throatuntil there is nothing but screws.stained and sealed-Mouth Wide and Shut.he won’t come back to search-not…

  • Light Blubs

    Light Blubs

    by Katie Pukash The days seem to slide together like a slammed door.I swear anxiety sits hostage in my marrow.There is not enough red wine in the worldto solve the problem that is my chest.Does my trauma have a name?Should I give my trauma a name?If I name my trauma will she follow me like…

  • Four Poems

    Four Poems

    by Stephanie Valente The Pontiacin this universe,the guitars are lostskulking under bed sheetswatching rain fallthrough a windowin this universe,we take turnsdriving(almost) endlesslyi love the cari love the privacyurgent intimacyin this universeyou’ll tell meeverythingi’ll learn half-truthswe’ll never get tired I Came Here to Be Alonebaby, i think of youlike Coca-Cola chilling in the fridgeso fondly, like a…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Eric Stiefel Meaning, Meaning It All Falls ApartYou’re brushing your teeth in the midst of oneof those morningsthat can only be described as ennui.You rinse your mouth without thinking and tryto speak the sharp dark nothingthat creeps in the cornersof the room where it forms a mosaic arranged in the mind:a tapestry of train carsand…

  • Emily

    Emily

    By Howie Good Sailors just grabbed what they could — a Mickey Mouse teddy bear my sister had since she was little — before the ship broke apart in nightmarish purple seas, the wind wailing as if the wails might actually be expressing something, anguish or fear or fratricidal rage, while back on shore, graves vomited up the dead,…

  • Gutter

    Gutter

    by Trevor Plate plastic palm treeshades the pink wallenvelopes of blueand your biteit’scrocodile luston me like a fevermy oiled eyes wrapped around your voicethese limbs/the ceilingand the room gets more liquidand we get more liquiduntil we’re wetter than the rain. Trevor Plate Trevor Plate spent his childhood on the island of Guam. Halfway around the…

  • Airplanes Move Sideways

    Airplanes Move Sideways

    by Trevor Plate Concrete and metaland sky breathing heavyThe mountains beyondthemselves in the distanceSun giving up tothe demon electricScent of a humanthis flight of a lifetimeTelling the storiesof heroes and villainsPrecious and potentthe palm of an instantNight starts its breakingThese hearts are all breaking out here Smelling the fish inthe lingering ozoneExhaust and needlesolfactory highwaysRemember the…