what my dead mother would have said about the pandemic

by Lu Chekowsky VOICEMAIL POEMS · "what my dead mother would have said about the pandemic" by Lu Chekowsky fuck ‘em those assholes with their stupid dicksin charge of us all glad to kill us for a buckthey don’t know shit about loveand they’re ugly tooso ugly that’s how they get so meantheir mothers neverContinue reading “what my dead mother would have said about the pandemic”


by Shannon Hearn VOICEMAIL POEMS · "WHAT MARRIAGE IS / TENDER CARE" by Shannon Hearn Shannon Hearn is currently a PhD candidate at Binghamton University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming with 3:AM Magazine, Big Lucks, cream city review, Juked, Fugue, Heavy Feather Review, and others. She received her MFA in poetry from QueensContinue reading “WHAT MARRIAGE IS / TENDER CARE”

what i apprehend of time travel

by Ash Good VOICEMAIL POEMS · "what i appehend of time travel" by Ash Good Ash Good is a queer & non-binary poet, designer & activist. They are co-founding editor at First Matter Press (a 501c3 nonprofit), curator of Bloom open mic & a reader for Frontier Poetry magazine. Ash is the author of four collections of poetryContinue reading “what i apprehend of time travel”

Naturalists Are the Nightwatch

by Shea Foreman VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Naturalists Are the Nightwatch" by Shea Foreman Out to douse the pool lights.Already I feel the moonburn I’ll wake with. For moonburn,the dried heads of sunflowers.Rub. Waning, then waxing.Little siskins fall outand help to peck therelax deeper. Done right,next time you’ll be a bearof freshwater pearls. You lumber, youContinue reading “Naturalists Are the Nightwatch”

Love Poem for Obliquity

by Kate Levin VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Love Poem for Obliquity" by Kate Levin Let the phone ring—ignorethe dishes in the sink, the dustswept underneath the rug— because here are your legswrapped around my legs,here is the curtain of white light that fills your collarbones, washesyour face like a stone. Your bodyagainst my body on thisContinue reading “Love Poem for Obliquity”

hold what the ship could not

by Pendambaye Z. Smith VOICEMAIL POEMS · "hold what the ship could not" by Pendambaye Z. Smith Pendambaye Z. Smith is a Black poet/scientist who is invested in the ways Black women sustain themselves in the midst of antiblackness. She has attended The Watering Hole Writing retreat and is a forthcoming Cave Canem and PinkContinue reading “hold what the ship could not”

Don’t Let Mom Write the Obituary

by Sage Agee VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Don't Let Mom Write The Obituary" by Sage Agee Hey, soI think I might be dying.Or already dead.I’m not sure what the differenceis because my headis a ‘94 fleetwood hearse of detachment, drivingforward to an end dateon my to-do list,toward the ceremonyof the doing and the done and theContinue reading “Don’t Let Mom Write the Obituary”