A tampon. A TAMPON. | | It is swallowed whole, devoured by the darkness of a yawning chasm lined with metal ...
    by Dan Donche
Dawn in the ValleyDAWN SITS ON THE EDGE OF THE WHITE TUB grooming herself; shaving, just having finished taking a ...
    by Luis Rivas
FORMALDEHYDE (an excerpt from STRANGER WILL)WILLIAM MOVED HIS FIANCEE to Brackenwood just months ago citing its high death rate as promise to a ...
    by Caleb J. Ross
Hillbilly TeethMy son walked around today with a mouth full of hillbilly teeth.  In Kroger, buying soda ...
    by Brad D. Green
His Father's EyesHE SITS ON THE EDGE of the bed in the early morning light thinking about her, Jen. He has not seen ...
    by Drew McCoy
the present is a giftJUST QUIET ENOUGH FOR IT NOT TO COUNT, she says he may as well be dead. | | Under her damp, ...
    by Richard Paris Wilson
Wishbone        I WALKED RIGHT INTO IT, felt it on my nose ...
    by Jason M. Heim

A DAY FOR MYSELFIt is not like I drowned | kittens or voted Republican. | I just did not feel like I | needed the ...
    by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
a letter from spain you traveled and took this man | into your bed, | this golden, distant man— | | foreign mouth and ...
    by Jeffery Van den engh
Darfur Equinox                             --HaikuSonnet | | it’s raining as I | sit here with a stash of two | ...
    by Scot Young
daybreakthe sun leaks slow over pastures | licked clean, turned black | as if cauterizing its wound: jutting | ...
    by Vince Anello
EXTRACTS FROM A REVOLUTIONThe queen swallows poison | from the silver thimble | | around her neck, | but the king trusts the ...
    by Howie Good
Fuck the Dinosaurs! When I get hammered | I think of Mike Hammer | I, the Jury Mike | and his special tailored suits to | ...
    by John Rocco
Jazz is deadjazz is dead, bop, cool, all, and every so-called jazz | joint in New York City seems to hang a ...
    by James H Duncan
Mint On A PillowThe etymology of Cornish game hen does not interest me, | or my dog Kelly, whose slobber coats ...
    by Paul Handley
Steady as She GoesHer ankles bend | as she leaves the hotel | walking bowlegged in the platform shoes | that carry her ...
    by Jennifer Hardwick
this poem is not a eulogythis poem | will not be | read at | my funeral | | this poem | will not | condescend | to piss | on ...
    by Jack T Marlowe
tight orange warmththere are these times | when you get up | and waking | but mostly asleep | pull the socks tight up | as ...
    by David M Morton
when my father dieswe're little more | than strangers | | but i do know | neither of us | owns a suit. | | i'll have to | ...
    by Justin Hyde