C.R. Harper That Date in History We shared a cigarette— or would have if we’d met a decade before jogging strollers and kale chips— pursed in place like a late night soda straw. C.R. Harper has pared down into a speculative minimalist.
Read MoreGabriela Mancuso I am perpetually being fucked by my virginity on the wooden chair, leather seat, terry cloth-covered couch. Gabriela Mancuso cries about boys.
Read MoreAl Ortolani Crossing Missouri Aunt Dee calls about mom’s stroke— in the end all tears swaying on the phone lines. Al Ortolani writes and teaches in the Kansas City area where he lives with his wife Sherri.
Read MoreAl Ortolani Return Winter morning— patches of old snow littering the schoolyard, the moonlight crunches below my shoes. Al Ortolani writes and teaches in the Kansas City area where he lives with his wife Sherri.
Read MoreAl Ortolani Crow Flight on Tuesday Who knows the way a crow might feel, if in flying through mist, he keeps finding Kansas unfolding to Kansas— all cloud all rain all crow? Al Ortolani writes and teaches in the Kansas City area where he lives with his wife Sherri.
Read MoreTyson West Family Outing at the Indian Rock Paintings As blotches of red ochre in the shapes of fantastic animals and spirals give life to basalt rock next to the ice age river, I dream of my ancestors crushing bison femurs to extract marrow and watch my children munch on Happy Meals. […]
Read MoreChristopher DeWan Sacramento Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into some other one. Christopher DeWan is a writer, teacher, and lover of classic films. Learn more at http://christopherdewan.com.
Read MoreJason Yu Insomnia What did I miss, in slumbers deep, The carriages, street lamps, The stories told at night— Fell, like raindrops on deserted streets. Jason Yu writes one-sentence poems. He also lives in China.
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