baby teeth
they say I was born fanged & feathered like / no child from heaven should be. a miracle // that when I lost those teeth I became human.
Poetry
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A feast of small proportions
All meal long, the brain tucked in its dome and the heart cubed, / presented on six white plates.
At the Scottish National Gallery Looking at ‘The Wave’ by Gustave Courbet
By Gina Fuchs
my father ran / into the water and i went behind him / into the water too then yelled i can’t swim, / i still can’t swim. it sounds like bodies, / the rain slapping the water so hard.
About the Weather
By Todd Smith
“where women with aspirations / spread salve onto the muscles // of grown men they call Baby, / where bean walkers piss steam // into the last half-hour before / dawn”
Fig
By Dani Janae
“A fig without its juice is just / the waist of a woman, honey / butter.”
Poetry We Admire: Summer
This summer, my wife and I relocated to Seattle. Our first night exploring the city, we attended Paige …
I let them take it all, didn’t I?
By Bill Neumire
“My purpose plurals, / purls into many mirrors.”
A Body in a Room
“A body flooded in night light, a room whispering.
A body until it had no more thoughts, utterly a body.
A room very long and very deep. A body of soft striped light.”
Your Girlfriend in 30 Parts
“you return on your knees, the flowers / I bloom from the soil of my belly alive, / blossoming blue and / billowing from the fold of your mouth.”