Category: Freshly pressed

Of Turbulent Seas, by Scott Moses

John’s fingers brush over the chip in the porcelain sink. Something left behind by the previous owners, and something that after all these years, he’s yet to address. There’s still time, he thinks, or perhaps mutters, and that’s the end of it, because, well– today is a perfect day for John Colbert. He’s taking inventory […]

Two Poems, by Ali Whitelock

ode to an ovary your belly protruded me invaded i could not breathe you could have held it in you chose not to it’s natural you think to have it stick out like demi moore on the front cover of that magazine you give a photographer too much money to shoot you and your bump […]

Let’s reverse the roles, by Delaney Daly

let’s reverse the roles this time, i’ll be the heartbroken edges of a love triangle. i’ll wear a tattooed smile & lime green liver bruises from too many seven dollar bottles of year-aged merlot. i’ll be emotionally stable, respectful of your time & space, & when i ask if i can bother you on your […]

Four Poems, by Larry O. Dean

Chopped: Algebra Edition What I’ve made for you today is a real reunion of broken parts, a deconstruction, if you will, in the style of Abu Ja’far Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizmi’s “Rules of Reintegration and Reduction,” whereby thickening and intensifying the flavor of certain quadratic equations is achieved by boiling rapidly                               vectors, matrices, […]

Sensory Deprivation, by Julie Hart

You walk 25 blocks in the slashing sleet. You peel off your soggy down coat and roll it up, stuff it in a little locker, along with your wallet and glasses. You sign a waiver. You will, in fact, allow them to take webcam video and post stills from it on Tumblr. You think: why […]

Of Gas and Vapor, by Marissa Ahmadkhani

Caged canaries used to be taken down, deep into the mines—as early warning signs for deadly leaks of gas and vapor. And I guess there were warning signs of our own ochre death. Of our bodies separated by a noxious fog and our two hearts slowing. I would have known if I had listened. Listened […]

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