by Artress Bethany White | Nov 30, 2020
A Bondage Nocturne In darkness / empirical evidence underhand / a fingertip rubs black / but not ink. A porcelain doll / he squints and thinks. / Drags a thumb across yellow English teeth. A tug of war / with ownership rites. / A girl fears a feral man / who talks...
by Angie Blake-Moore | Nov 29, 2020
Blue Dress I’ve hung my light blue evening gown on the bedroom door so that...
by Kay Cosgrove | Nov 25, 2020
Praying Nakedby Katie CondonOSU Press, 2020 “Here I am/in a century that has its eyes/shut tight,” writes Katie Condon in “Origin,” the first poem in her debut collection Praying Naked (Mad Creek Books 2020). Like so many of the poems, “Origin” moves fluidly between...
by Dylan Krieger | Nov 24, 2020
what if i kill the stars first when a medical document asks my marital status i write, trying not to get my hopes up about sunlight that’s what it feels like even in the fuck me state some bleach-white beach in florida where i lived on bourbon with a co-conspirator...
by Jeffrey Levine | Nov 23, 2020
by Brad Richard | Nov 20, 2020
1. I’m trying to imagine you imagining me finding, at the bottom of a plastic storage bin— under clippings from your Daily Camera column, under stray snapshots of family I never knew, under rust-stained doilies and your baby shoes, your life spread out around me on...
