Submissions Closed Until November

We are currently closed for submissions. We reopen November 2018.

My No – Nathan Wade Carter

hard to nod off head unstopping hard to say yes without showing my no hard to say no I can’t stop the midnight snack mental consuming        metal welded teeth I allow him to do nothing I allow myself to do nothing I am boring      into the earth    I am…

Our Star, The Sun, Will Die a Quiet Death

Everybody on Earth decided to throw one last party. It would be a major rager, enough drugs and sex and dancing to last until the radical emptiness of eternity. People really joined together on this one: angry white boys laid down their guns and even the Dalai Lama stepped off that mountain to be a…

Ann Petroliunas – Word Collage

      Ann Petroliunas is a 2017 graduate of the prose certificate program at the Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, OR.  She is an educator, writer, and managing editor at Arq Press. Born and raised in Chicago, she now resides in Oregon and often gets confused about which one is home.  Ocean waves, glue-sticks, and…

Good Advice – Emily Montagno

      Emily Montagno is many things. She lives here, but also has lived there. She enjoys research, getting to the point and making things with her hands. She is always learning or at least trying to. She has a lot to say but knows it’s more important to listen.

heat wave – mud howard

the future is not Las Vegas yet here we are dying and newly alive glittering thunder dome of sweat i can’t wake up from this ugly ass place out on the strip i mount my grief the breeze crashes against my cheek you pace and text and mouth breathe beside me the brassy comb of…

in the void – mud howard

i set the woods on fire and conjure up an image of you in a rain jacket, hating your job i remember nothing i BCC’d no one what did you say the moon is in Gemini or Aries or some shit the band of light changes color every hour we never swam together in the…

swamped – mud howard

when we think of rage, we summon our mother. unsullied memories of her barefoot & bloated, knifing the air beneath our father’s scraggly chin, making crazy look sacrosanct in the flouro light. “there was a time when sexual harassment was a compliment,” our mother says, brushing the blue out of her eyes. how provocative. how…

Valuable – Nathan Wade Carter

all the dark singing in a house empty of bodies I know every noisy board & corner of furniture I made this place I never know how long a thing lasts or much of what to say unless it doesn’t matter in which case I am at my most eloquent I stoke a fire forgiving…

Of Moon – Nathan Wade Carter

if you call me fruit I say thank you pebble edged off a cliff a quick cheeky kiss goodbye I leave the company of a sparkler vacuum of sky and sea and these in loops of moon we drift because nothing is stationary       Nathan Wade Carter is a queer, grey-a poet, musician,…