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by Brian Duran-Fuentes VOICEMAIL POEMS · “15 Items or Less” by Brian Duran-Fuentes I am sorry I was so late to dinner tonight. They ran out of Topo Chico. Forever. The line at check-out stretched past the cleaning aisle. No one knew their place in line nor the time of day. The lady behind meContinue reading “15 Items or Less”

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by K.S. VOICEMAIL POEMS · "hi mom it's a great day today" by K.S. i see it from my bed/ long-snake-moan of a whore in exile/ cold light of small hours behind/ a wall of letters beating as moths/ and men/ do/ before sunlight smashes its curled toes into/ alarm clocks/ not many know thisContinue reading “hi mom it’s a great day today”

by CD Eskilson VOICEMAIL POEMS · "When People Tell You GAD Cant Be That Bad" by CD Eskilson imagine sweet alyssum blanketing the ground[1] the heaven-scented blooms like clouds to the cicadas[2] you move from forest’s edge to cross the meadow, creep[3] with footsteps slight & nearly still while wind glides through[4] the field toContinue reading “When People Tell You GAD Can’t Be That Bad”

by Julia Watson VOICEMAIL POEMS · "What Happens To Fish In The Tank After Closing Time?" by Julia Watson Julia Watson earned her MFA from North Carolina State University. She’s the Writer Liaison from Ember: A Journal of Luminous Things and a Poetry Editor at Chaotic Merge. In 2021, she was nominated for a Pushcart Prize and wasContinue reading “What Happens to Fish in the Tank After Closing Time?“

by Jenny Ryder VOICEMAIL POEMS · "untitled" by Jenny Ryder when we stoppedsuddenlyin a snowglobe of potpourri we, the world, pausedto breatheit wasnt goldenrod or the asters,no flowers in the desertlookin forest i looked down you sniffed the handful of dirt in my handit was the most beautiful scent i ever smelled. paradise is asunnyContinue reading “untitled”

by Stephanie Lane Sutton VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Pandemic Haibun" by Stephanie Lane Sutton I greet the sun squinting in the morning as my dog squats  on a leash & it is not the first wince of the day: again, woke in a room splayed open by light, gazed toward a dream,  half-remembered. In another room,Continue reading “Pandemic Haibun”

by Alicia Turner VOICEMAIL POEMS · "concrete (after Bill Moran's Godsalt)" by Alicia Turner 3. concrete: “characterized by or belonging to immediate experience of actual things or events.” hi, i’m concrete.  sorry.    i’m a-concrete.   i’m ali-concrete.  okay, i’m alicia, i’m mattress top.      i’m matter, this matters-matters, i’m watching a film of a film,   and i’m theContinue reading “concrete (after bill moran’s godsalt)”

by Avery Gregurich VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Bird Heuristic" by Avery Gregurich for David Lynch Daddy and Mommy were dancing in the kitchen, theirwedding picture caught in their clapshold, tearing a littlein between them while they swung. I watched, and afterall night long oscillating, they gave up again. Where Icome from, the birds sing a prettyContinue reading “Bird Heuristic”

by Emma Hair VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Choice" by Emma Hair Standing in Walmart before a shelf of thirty-seven different kinds of toothpaste, I am compelled to comprehensively read and examine each box as though my life depends on this decision. Partway through the text of an ambiguously named “Glacial White” flavored paste, I remember oneContinue reading “Choice”