a haiku before serendipity

By Desmond Kon fuck this shit, I’m gone – with that, buick and trophies left too, lights intact call me in donghae make it matter, you said cold to the touch, gold chains downloads, games, sadness both fridges stocked for three weeks marker stains, whiteboard contact me there, you make it matter, you wrote, cold [...]

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Big red spot on some huge unseeable planet

By Harry Calhoun We’re talking Jupiter, bigass planet but where the hell is it? Behind some cloud, probably, even if not, I got no telescope. OK, so we’re talkin’ the largest oyster ever spotted in the depths of the sea. Never saw that, either. We’re talkin’ about amoebas and other creatures you can’t see with [...]

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First date

By Tyler Bigney So, she said you’re some sort of writer? I guess you could call me that. What do you write? I write about everything, really. No, she said, I mean, like, do you write poetry or short stories or what? Both, I said. There’s no money in poetry, she laughed. Not at all, [...]

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This Is It

By Mike Meraz so here you are reading another one of my poems it is not going to be a good poem it is going to be a poem about you reading another one of my poems if you have never had a poem written about you this is it.

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The Milk Man

By Larry Jones Blame it on the woman, the cop the church. On the soldier, the left the right. Blame it on Obama, Elvis Smith/Jones Bush. On the black man, white man rich man poor man milk man. The problem, man, is little ol’ you.

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Physical For An Old Woman Picked Up Wandering

By Donal Mahoney Between her legs the doctor found a goatee gray as city pigeons flying through factory smoke a goatee that hadn’t been combed that hadn’t been kept that quit in fangs an inch above her knees

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last grenade

By Damian Rivera the physician’s assistant at the doctor’s office told me that my blood pressure is way too high for someone my age “how high?” i asked “dangerously high” she responded so now i’m waiting it out, ready for this blood pressure to make good on it’s threat, waiting for it to boil over [...]

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Do Something Swampy

By Mark James Andrews never call my breezeway a man cave it opens up on a bed of Painted Daisies Black Eyed Susans and Dusty Millers floats and soars softly with the stereo in shuffle mode on Erik Satie now one of the Gymnopedies and before that the Rondo Finale Allegro of Mahler’s 5th as [...]

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The Envelope With the Big Red Stamp

By Mather Schneider I got a letter from a guy in prison. The envelope had a big red stamp on it. The guy had read a few of my poems in a magazine. In one poem I had used some swear words and he didn’t approve of that while another poem was about sex which [...]

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Taco & Tequila Flavored Nostalgia

By Misti Rainwater-Lites That was the time. That three months in 2004 time. March. April. June. A spoonful of time in Albuquerque when we were starving and taking to trough two shameless muddy glorious pigs. Taco picnics and tequila slams by neon Budweiser and Dos Equis signs glow. That Easter time of Risen Indeed me [...]

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