Dream 7
by matt ronquillo
The gates of the cemetery are locked, so you make a running jump and pull yourself over the top. You scratch up your stomach on the way over …

make yourself at home
by cerebella
the hot springs of nordic passageways
will not lose their innocense, not to
age, to trite loneliness, to sky reflection theories
i should not feel unloyal for
swimming to a greater ocean
should my eyes daydream, …

Evolution
by john penn

The moon was a she and I was some vulnerable kid,
cold beneath a sliver of wash-worn sheet
in a new house with no curtains.
I could see the pond out in back
where the moon shown …

Little Tricks of Linear B
by diane wakoski
The beginning was the dream,
and the voice was a turban gourd.
A strum.
What are we hiding?
Our new bodies
born underground with pearls of old corn?
Our dry husks
on the winter-hard ground/ where
is …

American Haiku
by shawn misener
bigger and safer
fuel-efficient/ dominant
nuts exposed to kick
price of milk doubles
when cows demand their corn feed
and humans oblige
I found the wizard
deep inside my cereal
drowning in skim milk
I smirk at my luck
when the lottery …

The Vote
by s.e.e.
Two people were sitting on my couch.
One had red hair, one black. Both dyed their hair.
‘Look,’ I said, ‘I have two cupcakes.’ One was chocolate, one vanilla.
‘I’ll just put them here in front …

The Bar at the Andover Inn
by william matthews
The bride, groom (my son), and their friends gathered
somewhere else to siphon the wedding’s last
drops from their tired elders. Over a glass
of chardonnay I ignored my tattered,
companionable glooms …

Because Of The Tupperware
by tyke johnson
There shouldn’t have been so many reasons to pack up the bags. Sure there were ugly times. No bloody noses and bruised eyes though. Tears streamed for days but people …

Oh! Head of Heads
by pat a physics
A gigantic head was looking at me today. There was no body,
only a head. The head was Hispanic and in pain. I wish I could
have thought …

Falling Down
by jim benz
pull yourself together, breathe
got twisted in a lung fit, coughing
spit up bone-songs, all stripped down
all feedback snarl and knuckle skin
choking on a dream nozzle shiver, spit-grin juice
grated, lesion-mated spastic anti-fortune juice
rasped a …

Men at Forty
by donald justice
Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.
At rest on a stair landing,
They feel it
Moving beneath them now like the deck of a ship,
Though …

My Most Famous Poem
by gene defcon
My most famous poem
Was written in only thirteen seconds
This one was written in nine

The YouTube Unicorn Comment
by diy danna

As I sit here in my cubicle avoiding work and eye contact with co-workers, I must voice my opinion that this song sucks. That little girl needs to wake up …

Town Lake Trail
by ron scott
Some kind of black gull
flying round and round-
“No Time! Gotta Go!”
4 or 5 on the water looking up like
“What’s he doin?”.  Flomp chomp
of running shoes on packed dirt
and cwish-koo of fast …

What I Would Do
by marc petersen
If my wife were to have an affair,
I would walk to my toolbox in the garage,
Take from it my 12″ flathead screwdriver
And my hickory-handle hammer,
The one that helped me build …

Getting Over the Moon
{Nica’s Bird}
by halifax
The Dish ran away with the Spoon
Both are in her apartment to cohabit
She got all the horns and legs unlocked,
Out–of-hock, gave them back to him.
His bright round blast blows “Sister, …

no regrets
by richard vargas
i haven’t owned a suit for over 10 yrs
a necktie makes me turn around
and head in the other direction
i wear shoes that don’t need to be polished
my jeans are bought on sale
i …

permanent markers in my soup
by cerebella
do you too
have smallthinfragile obsessions shaped like
mink coats holding hands,
silently waving hello or goodbye?
mink coats worn by ladies with mullets?
mink coats worn by ladies who are really rather special?
everyone knows …

Daddy Long Legs.
by matt roberts
A Daddy Long Legs only lives for one day.
Here in Sydney, I don’t know what they call them
and in America I heard they call them something different.
I’m feeling guilty now, spraying …

“Divorce Court”
by brian k. le lay jr.
Attorneys converse with clients
at the volume of nurses,
with the venom of snakes.
I overhear the
outspoken dirt.
Men and women arguing over
nightstands and coffee makers
and offspring ownership.
“She’s going to keep the house,
and …

Afterglow
by ainne frances dela cruz
Nightmares wake us into nightmares, glowing
Into skin, sewn so tight, our eyelids burst.
The ground is level with our feet quagmired
In quicksari soldering us to pockets
Of flesh, one pound for every cent …

What a Pity, What a Shame
by Paul Beatty
went to hear marion williams
sing the gospel yesterday
she was singin so hard
I almost slipped up
and let jesus into my heart

‘Chitlins who surf porn still believe in Santa Claus’ and other musings mused naked on an imitation Polar Bear rug by a fake fireplace {a Christmas poem for H&H Scrooges}
by Quasimofo
Oh hark the herald motherfucker …

Black Ghosts
By Gene, Chef, Rosemary, Pat, Chad A., and Winston
Certain preschools will be forced to create new children who believe better about butter buildings of the best buildings of buildings taller than buildings before them, …