Poem

Sickness, by M. Sakran

There’s a sickness,
when someone attaches,
a chemotherapy pump,
to a hole in your chest,
while smiling.

Three New Poems by Julia Horwitz, Cassandra Cervi, and Sara Barnett from Beautiful Losers #1

Denny’s
By Julia Horwitz

– Artesia & Aviation st.
– pull in & slip by
– gas pump & park
– quickly

Three Poems by Tim Gavin

THE ARTIBONITE RIVER

This brown river (splitting a gash in the country from west
To east) is more than a god, for god’s are myths that twists
And plots, unrefined unlike this river running abreast
At high tide and wide unlike a god that dwindles as it slips

Two Poems by Tyler J. Edwards

Pops

Hours on a Schwinn, brown bandanna knotted ‘round the handlebars.
 Half a country seen through the glistening eyes of a child, and a 
 whole life thereafter of breaking hearts and turning wrenches. 
 Those once star-like eyes now require a thick…

Spheres of Influence I by Michael Prihoda

for my hometown
 
 when i go home it is to a town
 of made-from-scratch biscuits.
 i have memories of you
 & to prove our humanness
 
 please say you remember me
 & care enough to ask how
 i met my wife beyond
 your confines.
 
 of all the names i…

Rapture of the Deep by Dustin Pickering

His last gesture was to extend his arms out,
 a Christ hopeless to the wreck and fall of his body.
 He wished to show his last sign of hope,
 the deepening thrust of the waters took him undertow.
 
 Some of us wait patiently for death.
 The sea will thicken…

Three Poems by William C. Blome

THE ATTIC AND THE SILVER-SERVICE CABINET

O let’s interrogate the lilies,
let’s play good-cop/bad-cop
with their fucking-lovely petals,
let’s question them till they wilt
and force them to cough up the plethora of reasons
why they refuse to prosper in the attic
or thrive…

For Now by Meg Kelting

Don’t let me go for now,
You are home.

I know it all ends too soon,
That all things pass,
But for the moment,
The sun is just an idea to the mountains,
Just the grey that halos their peaks.
We don’t have to think about ends.

Untitled by Charlie Keys Bohem

She was with me in a very deep pool of rust-colored water. Among soundless concrete cubes, climbing each other like jungle vines, in a deep pool of rust-colored water. Clear, then dark, but never cloudy.
 
Below smoke stacks that lost their tops in the gray clouds, singing…

Say You Will Remember Me, A Poem For St. Valentine, and The Rawest Shit You Ever Did Eat

By: Ben John Smith

Say You Will Remember Me
 I always wrote poems 
 But I never told anyone 
 That I wrote poems 
 But one time when I was…