19 Jan Found Poem by Ed Taylor
the language of seeds is a letter
to everyone
Read " Found Poem " by Ed Taylor
to everyone
12 Jan Over the Skyway by Theresa Wyatt
I sing you, Great Lake, carved out of glacier ice
with your fantastical moods of storm seiche
and lightning flashes.
Read "Over the Skyway" by Theresa Wyatt
with your fantastical moods of storm seiche
and lightning flashes.
05 Jan My Heart is a Lakeside City in January by Rachel Valente
My heart is the big fish, the silver hook, and the
hands that fight to reel it in, all at once.
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hands that fight to reel it in, all at once.
22 Dec love, a context — by Edric Mesmer
requires no coordinates— no crust
of graphic—
Read "love, a context —" by Edric Mesmer.
15 Dec I Am From by Namita Acharya
I am from O-Cel-O sponges,
from Lemon Pledge and Lipton’s Green Label tea.
From quick anger, doormat women
Hot and cold, like summer rain on hot asphalt.
Read "I Am From" by Namita Acharya
from Lemon Pledge and Lipton’s Green Label tea.
From quick anger, doormat women
Hot and cold, like summer rain on hot asphalt.
08 Dec The End of My Life as an Aspiring Genius by Rachelle Toarmino
This is the end of my life as an aspiring genius
It is also true that this was your idea
I have tried liking people around
Read "The End of My Life as an Aspiring Genius" by Rachelle Toarmino
It is also true that this was your idea
I have tried liking people around
01 Dec Red For Life by Charles Case
When the foxes mate, the cat
goes outside more often, sitting
at the edge of the woods, head
twitching, eyes resembling two
Read "Red For Life" by Charles Case.
goes outside more often, sitting
at the edge of the woods, head
twitching, eyes resembling two
24 Nov From the Trees Full of Birdsong Comes Unripe Fruit by Albert Abonado
How I start a prayer: with the same hand I use
to lift food to my mouth, I draw a line down
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to lift food to my mouth, I draw a line down
17 Nov What It Sometimes Sounds Like She Is Singing by Ariel Yelen
When it’s a lemon,
a sprig of thyme,
when it’s oil.
Read "What It Sometimes Sounds Like She Is Singing" by Ariel Yelen.
a sprig of thyme,
when it’s oil.
10 Nov Pastoral by Canese Jarboe
They swarm my calves, my white-hot socks shining
With a thousand seed ticks. This is divine.
All through my hair & I want them to take.
Read "Pastoral" by Canese Jarboe.
With a thousand seed ticks. This is divine.
All through my hair & I want them to take.