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…

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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,…

knifey – Nathan Wade Carter

my feelings an air-horn I want to burrow go blind descend how many miles of dirt until I am insulated from violence sonic knifey questions too small to read which is what I’m trying to be they say love will come to you but I am tired thin veils overripe tomatoes immeshed ego dogs I…

Mushrooms – Ian Carr

Slimy-capped loghugger inky, oceanic hues indigestible blues and grays cap like a domed jelly, slick and submersed Blanchbone forest coral notable for upthrust extensions, defiant of its habitat where things become soil as soon as possible [see, e.g., old man's beard, lignous lichen, overbent hemlock] Rosy bruisecap nearly always an incomplete toadstool, it's said that…

America – Julia Wohlstetter

—after B. Mayer As for me, when I saw you you were in a tale dreaming maybe of Catullus’ cuticle moons in America On Friday morning all the girls dream the same dress approach it slowly with an eerie repose Our thoughts make an iceberg A woman is not a series of events on which…

My Heart is a Hunted Software – Julia Wohlstetter

No tongue may shame you as you fall, No heavens shake your brain wreath. Stand the length of the house: Flourish your wink, Pirate a winter, Try an idol but scissor No precious minutes. My saucy bark, Torment me graciously With your vest And sportive blood— My heart is a hunted software— A death for…