You could hold the sun in your hands today

by Caleb Andrew Ward If you wanted, you could hold the sun in the palm of your hand today.It would only go where you tell it to go. It would only stay when you said, stay. I tried to hold the sun, but my hand wasn’t sturdy enough. I didn’t have the calloused hands youContinue reading “You could hold the sun in your hands today”

The Cherries of Gods

by Bret Lawrence We lead each other down by the lighthouse –further out there are men fishingon a sand bar that we can’t see,their ankles disappearing in waterbeneath the shackles of light.You toss a sun-swollen blackberryand I catch it in the bottom of my mouth.The horseflies race above usjockeying for bare skin.We run with them,Continue reading “The Cherries of Gods”

i am needy & do not know what i’m going to do about it

by Maggie Tirrell i have low self-esteem so you can fuck me— anytime, anyplace let my pale/frail, pale/frail, pale/frail as fuck body take you in and throw you up in the morning, let so much happen because so much is always happening and you’re never around for it when you first said the word ‘sex’Continue reading “i am needy & do not know what i’m going to do about it”

Things You Should Know About Me and the Dating Thing

by Hayley Vinson I am the kind of person who speeds up at yellow lights trying to get home to text you once before you get on a plane to IsraelI am the kind of person who looks at you too much when im driving because I know youre there and it feels like aContinue reading “Things You Should Know About Me and the Dating Thing”

from STUNTING ON A JUMBOTRON

by David Blumenshine a partoff in me, indeed, abandoned an Inow forbidden returns to storerotten a rotten storeage where slander where self is concerned isnot exactly libel but mayprovoke cockroachesto lightly spice historicfreedom choices for freedomsolutions option solidslim & dense noses: mine ain’t right, pick meup a nude wand, where we can later recordthe branchestoContinue reading “from STUNTING ON A JUMBOTRON”

by way of explanation

by Cassandra de Alba everything can be reducedto a quality of light what i am feeling nowis blue sky behind dead treesfiltered through a windowjust to the rightof whatever i’m staring at last night i wanted to feellike the faint sunrise glowbeyond a hill off the highwaythe ragged, haloed treelinelike a breaking promise but insteadContinue reading “by way of explanation”