Milan Děžinský

NOVEMBER Such a picture of witheringdemands active engagement.Chrysanthemums bloom into the snowlike the color of a wounded animal.A free...
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Derek Ellis

these clouds, some / so light I can see the sky’s // ridiculous boundary

Christian Formoso

they don’t rise or fall. they’re framed / on the walls. driftless syllables ornamental / and motionless.

Justin Lacour

After I dropped her off, I lit a cigarette and blasted shit that could most generously be described as coffeehouse punk on my way out of the suburbs. I love people, but I’m also a little relieved when they go.

Francesca Bell

we are the dumpster fire we encircle to warm our greedy hands in the dark

Kelly Grace Thomas

Every fart, / burp and feces, the body’s / speech. What a triumph / to royal your own musk.

Douglas Piccinnini

I haven’t been writing really but I’ve been / thinking about the words, “Palm Rose.”

Michael Collier

If they would stay just where they are all morning, / they’d be the monument to the history they’re looking for.

Max Sessner

Rain falls on the wedding / a hole in the church is suspected / and the blessing jumps crazily / from umbrella to umbrella

Jeff Friedman

“You will crush our enemies or I will crush you,” the voice commanded. “These are my neighbors,” I said. “I don’t get along with most of them, but I wouldn’t want to crush them.” “It’s them or you,” the voice said.

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