Jordan Hoxsie

May 31, 2017

god raked the clouds this morning // have you noticed
// everything molding // into pasteurized colors // […]

Leah Claire Kaminski

May 31, 2017

my little nubbins are truest buttons, fuchsia-shiny, squat; skew
slewing over my pot, from my weak limbs faster […]

Jeff Whitney

May 24, 2017

And can you be so sure when his widow cat-rubs your shins beneath the table at the great banquet in your honor that sex hasn’t changed in some serious way as it does every eight popes? […]

Galen Paschal

May 24, 2017

I put my faith in accounting
in coinage in metal in paper
in plastic things weighted […]

Sheena Raza Faisal

May 21, 2017

a fidgeting rectangle, the smell of carpet softened by massaging feet. there are few
places in this world my body is safe. the edge of a rug. the sharp line of a grave. […]

Andrew Hincapie

May 17, 2017

Between Frank Zappa and Varése, nothing’s left
to listen to but the static between stars, […]

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