Paradise vendors sugar the apples in stereo, spoon bad religion, squeeze blind melon, no doubt counting crows, jellyfish, joy. Division...

The year that I turned ten, I discovered that division and divorce are not so very far apart not only in the dictionary, but also in...

Kill Pussy Kill! / Ode to the TITTYCHOP (1) under your picture from a high school yearbook, your exlover signed: “i can’t date a...

I've mapped your face a thousand times collecting our dirt. I should know better then to roam around our home along walls’ solid edges....

Annaliese Kunst is a poet from Milwaukee. She previously interned at Cream City Review and was the former Managing Editor of Furrow. ...

Hari B Parisi’s poems have been published in numerous journals, most recently in Sky Island Journal, The Inquisitive Eater, Little...

Garth Pavell’s poems can be found in the recent issues of Epiphany, Hobart, Rise Up Review and Stone Circle Review . Garth worked in...

Italics from Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales, The Brothers Grimm Lauren Geiser is an attorney and poet based in Los Angeles, California. She...

Wash your hands like the sinner you are and gather the citrus. Take good care as you cut through peel, pith, and flesh. Bathe in the holy...

Those little red ones you like, my husband said, pressing his forefinger to the joint in the middle of his thumb to form a small circle....

Carve me a mouth where no tongue dares venture— pale lines trembling in the marrow of dusk, call it desire: this map of smudged ink,...

He’s a bit of a bombast, that man of mine. His dark hair shines – as if oil is creeping out of his skull. It slickens his joints, jaw,...

Mother discovers curves, unlike the abstract curves she studied in topology, as she traces the trajectory of my spine, twisting beneath...

The lacour boys and the sinister signpost The first clue came from a woman in the paneled basement consider the last Jaws movie without...

Gray, the stone I tumbled from, playing chase as children do. A gash split, brimming with gravel and potting soil. Seeds nurtured by...

That’s me, tingling in the arches Of your feet as your toes curl. The Way your lashes flutter and your Cheeks flush. Does it feel bad? Do...

It’s good to be quick with sharp eyes. The six pointer slipped into the tall grass at the edge of the grove. When I unzipped my backpack...

Two stones can make light, can fit comfortably in our palms, become anchors of memory. You look like everyone and no one on a family...

Mal Virich is a queer, non-binary, autistic, and disabled poet who tends to ruminate on identity, trauma, and the profound impacts of...

[YOUR BODY enters the stage. YOUR BODY looks exactly as you expect. There is a tree growing from their back. It is Spring, or at least...