By Matthew Rohrer
On someone else’s estate running through it to avoid the outdoor wedding there is a grave in a little...
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- By Sarah RuhlDeath no wild thing and you a boy, Max. One night in your room (or body) a forest grew and the walls...
- By Helene AchanzarI wish I had hiked the frozen hill tonight for reception, called to tell you I had a good time hearing...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- It’s a shame this poem’s already been erased when I go to read it. Like humid air that tugs at my arm...
- By Ariana BrownI don’t know why most mexicans in my hood wore nike cortez’s– why the breakers in my crew polished ‘...
- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By H.D.He and I sought together, over the spattered table, rhymes and flowers, gifts for a name. He said, among...
- By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
- By Shanta LeeHunger like her mama Most strong in White gaze as in a Cowbird’s flirtation Sprouted in eyes to tongues to bellies...
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- By OvidSome are transformed just once And live their whole lives after in that shape. Others have a facility...
- By Kiki PetrosinoSo I lean back & Redford asks, “Water warm enough?” & I don’t answer because I’m holding my breath. ...
- By Federico García Lorca1. La cogida y la muerte A las cinco de la tarde. Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde. Un niño trajo...
- By Federico García Lorca1 The Goring and the Death At five in the afternoon At the stroke of five The boy brought the white ...
- By BazeedIn the hiding hour of autophagy ghosts hang out all day and talk to us. An archival haunting demanding...
- By D. A. Powell“Anyway, it isn’t forever,” Chris said, “eventually you’re dead.” And we laughed Besides, everything...
- By Safia Elhilloit’s late now, it’s early, no way to know which season it is of the total years of my life, weren’t ...
- By Idra NoveyI’m in the car with Helen, supreme guide to proceeding otherwise. My relatives refused to travel hours...
- By Timothy LiuComing back from the ski trip in the back of a van, it had gotten dark enough for the steady hum of ...