At the Holiday Party

by Joshua Lillie VOICEMAIL POEMS · "At the Holiday Party" by Joshua Lillie my wife’s coworkers ask about my poetryand I tell them oh,it’s slice-of-life kind of stuff.Bird on a wire kind of stuff. They askbut what are they about? and I tell them so, they say that the only philosophical questionworth asking is whetherContinue reading “At the Holiday Party”

When I Try to Verify Why They Carpet Driveways After the Rain, Google Keeps Feeding Me Distressingly Hot Factoids About Hermaphroditic Earthworm Sex

by Callie Jennings VOICEMAIL POEMS · "When I Try to Verify Why They Carpet Driveways After the Rain…" by Callie Jennings Until I thought to check, I thought I knew:worms emerge from dirt to taron the run from drowning. Actually no one understandstheir reasons. Maybe worms emerge from dirt to tarwhen vibrations ape a predator.Continue reading “When I Try to Verify Why They Carpet Driveways After the Rain, Google Keeps Feeding Me Distressingly Hot Factoids About Hermaphroditic Earthworm Sex”

[Tonight you lay on your own couch…]

by JeFF Stumpo VOICEMAIL POEMS · "[Tonight you lay on your own couch…]" by JeFF Stumpo JeFF Stumpo’s prose poems describing his lucid dreams, as well as rendering the hopes and fears of people he cares about into dreamscapes, have appeared or are forthcoming in places such as The Journal, Prairie Schooner, Salt Hill Journal,Continue reading “[Tonight you lay on your own couch…]”

Sugar Bloom & Smudge

by c. rivera VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Sugar Bloom & Smudge" by C. Rivera c. rivera (they/she) is a queer disabled poet & food writer from NYC. They were named a Brooklyn Poets Fellow, a prize winner for Eavesdrop Magazine’s Queer Joy issue, a contributor in Querencia Press’s We Were Seeds anthology, and in Fruitslice’s issueContinue reading “Sugar Bloom & Smudge”

Progressively Ambitious Poem for the Future

by Dylan Emmons VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Progressively Ambitious Poem for the Future" by Dylan Emmons I want to write about eternity toojust like the catsprobing at their breakfasts or your two week old hands Isadorabrushing my beard like sleepwalkingwindshield wipers or the way the sun uses maple leaves as lampshadesif we can spend as muchContinue reading “Progressively Ambitious Poem for the Future”