But all he wants to know, my gorgeous lover of words,/dirt, puddles, and the sky, is why I “broke” his fall at all
“At The Casino” by Olivia Dunn
Rogers had to sing that very song over and over and over again for the rest of his life at every casino across America. Doomed to experience his own success, forever.
“Lipstick for Your Vagina Is an Actual Thing Now” by Nicole Steinberg
The members of my online poetry workshop gear up to discuss sexual assaults of yore
“Dating and Biking in San Francisco” by Tomas Moniz
They both have bright red painted toenails. They wiggle their toes and swing their legs and laugh. I bike home feeling the world is a beautiful place.
“Everywhere” by Sarah Browning
This is where, in the poem,/I say that I am descended/from these motherfuckers
Three Poems by JC Reilly
A Ferret, a Stoat, and a Polecat//go into a bar. Wait, it isn’t that kind/of poem.
“I grew up in a very non-nuclear family”: An Interview with Nicole Callihan
I’ve often considered fiction as a way to get out my worst fears, to put a mortifying or scary way of being onto the page, so that I won’t actually have to live it.
Three Poems by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Is she a victim or a villainess?/ You remember only a storm of swords and flame, /a flash of the white of winter, /the blue of a dragon’s eye.
“Bad News” by Amy King
She doesn’t know what the snow does/
to her pipes. But you do.
“A lot of corny shit is true”: An Interview with Jaime Fountaine
There are as many ways to grow up as there are people, which is what makes these individual coming-of-age stories infinitely interesting and relatable.
