Poem of the Week: ode by Robert Andrew Perez

on film, it’s a fountain lit from behind erupting or a story-high wave’s motion barely foiled by indifferent coastline. that is, always water, always upward then the inevitability of gravity, always light then always less light. not in the movie, what is bright is internal. usually in a dim room, though sometimes pitch dark, the … More Poem of the Week: ode by Robert Andrew Perez

Poem of the Week: My First Love by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

My first love was silence. I built myself from scratch and no one listened. This was the best time of my life. I used to carry the clothes to the laundry room and pray for all the fog in the world to surround me. I’d let my thoughts catch rides with passing airplanes. All that … More Poem of the Week: My First Love by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

Poem of the Week: Three-Mile Boy by Kamden Hilliard

We stumbletouch in the dark, or rather, the getting-dark, the way I already know how we, will end. Headlights brush our blunt bodies. The yard: bruised bottles of vodka strangle bluebells, two pairs of shoes, one punching bag. After a montage of latex and rhythmic flailing a lock clicks, brakes squeak—we come up for air: … More Poem of the Week: Three-Mile Boy by Kamden Hilliard

Poem of the Week: enough food and a mom by francine j. harris

The dad. body has just enough gravy on his plate      to sop up one piece of bread. So, enough for one      supper, says the mom. She comes back to him, says don’t argue with mom, you’re a ghost. There’s enough      water around to drown a cob in its husk. in a dad. … More Poem of the Week: enough food and a mom by francine j. harris