This Is No Freakshow
By Shawn Misener
This is awful, but not awful enough.
A messy wound you could fit a canyon into
leaking clear juicy drops to the white sands.
You charged us five dollars for this?
I could’ve …

The Woman Who Loves Maps
By Lyn Lifshin
aches for the old
ones, dusky as an
abandoned ghost town
where the wooden
pier is driftwood.
She doesn’t want
longitudes and
latitudes, favors
roads mutable as
a bracelet made
of sand she can
write an SOS in to
the wind. …

How to Homebrew
By Gavin S. Lambert
I learned to ride, at age four,
On a stolen bike. It was spray-
Painted policeman blue, and, to me,
The sweetest thing on two wheels.
A neighbor boy, about nineteen,
Named Duper, had …

Adventures of Pinky Dugg: Magnum Flinch
By ?
Little pinky Dugg crept weely along and saw the old man on his back porch skinning some animal, pulling and twisting away the skin and with great horror …

You, I
By Elizabeth Cortez-Neavel
What
makes me come and
what makes
me stay
and.
I like
my body
when it is with your
body
and.
You want
and. I want
and we wanted
and the books
were all
she could almost bear
annexes of books
and Boston spring summers
with you t …

THE GIRL IN THE WHITE MERCEDES
By Joseph Goosey
Facing extinction of the worst
nature
some dinosaurs in the back yard
said
‘No mas’.
I am not up, not awake
til the
sound of a once great metropolis
begging at the hands
of a
wrecking ball
is heard …

trompe l’oeil
By Shawn Misener
Dropped into France with a cosmic vacuous THUD, slowly reaching to awareness to find an old friend married to an asshole. Their baby in hand, glasses knocked off from the distracted head, …

The First Love Poem I’ve Ever Actually Meant
by Peter Funk
In my fortieth year
my head becomes a pin cushion
for a constantly evolving army
of bad ideas and circular regrets,
an emotional petri dish growing
dusty grey-green wisps of fuzz
that …

The Quantum Constant of a Fracas
By Quasimofo

1Ap particle x Aq particle= quarrel from a squabble in a barrel

when someone gets a bug up their butt, the exterminator is not the one …

moonlight with father o’sullivan
By DIY Danna
After you kiss my neck goodbye tonight
the toilet seat impregnates me with twin thoughts
of a sailboat in the moonlight and you – and
treading sheets super-soaked with our love sweat.
We’re counting …

The Answered Prayers of Claus Philipp Maria Schenk Graf von Stauffenberg
By Christopher Lauer
She is just a plot to kill Hitler
hatched forty, or fifty, years too late.
She is a glorious and ingenious plot
and all post-war …

Save Me Before You Reach The Last Line
By Michael Frey
An enormous, cargo container sits in the middle of Times Square (NYC)
and is blocking traffic in all directions
causing horrid vehicle screams.
One end of the steel container …

Sunday Afternoon in a Southern Church
By Matt Miller
Sunday afternoon. A one-room church, wooden, old, partially dilapidated, but suitable. South Louisiana in the summertime. Unbearably hot. No air-conditioning. Humid heat …

untitled as “my kitchen”
By Meghan Tennison
1. icecream container full of rotten lettuce and oranges
2. mildew-supported sink with thawing porkchops sitting on its toothpaste-stained tub
3. rat that is blood-glued down to a its very own …

Dear United States Department of the Treasury Customer Service:
By Josh Maday
I am writing in regard to your product Money. I am not satisfied with your product, and I hope the following helps you understand why.
Your …

English Teacher
By J Dickert
The doorway illuminated with a plaid beige skirt and a smile that could surly gleam.
The white summer blouse, with classy square buttons matched perfectly her jacket and personality. Tanned bare legs slipped …

Trustfull and Fearfull Travelers
By Brandon Follett and Amy Johnson

click on the picture to watch the film
Click on the picture to hear the poem.

Spiders
By Softserve
my wife rolls over
and tells me
to go to sleep.
i’m afraid to.
if i allow my body
to let go,
i might not be able to
bring it back.
she says i worry too much,
but i don’t want any spiders
to …

trash to interpret as you like
By Lisa Wright
JESUS CHRIST visited me in park this morning he said the ROAD to INSANITY is
traveled by those who are either ALONE or have A MIND of course youre
PROBABLY …

I’m Not Comforting You, Either
By Meghan Tennison
we’re sorry, but
your favourite hiding place has been bombed
just like the streets
in the morning
you have to live
all over again
as if you’re the
rusty swing of the set -yes
you
are
here’s a toothpick
for …

Tangled
Photo and poem by Tara Przybille Bradley
you
with the long tree
of roots
who hides
in the tangle of my earth
deep in the scent of
Now begun
cool with the waters underground
curling reach to span that breach
which divides
the heart and boot
dug …