Nocturne to Uterus | Trish Hopkinson

"...lustful compulsions / & boiling blood / philandering & crude / warbling w/desire / & snarling obscene / Grendel uterus / persistent in crooning..."

Selected Poems | Nate Logan

"Dan will raise his right hand, slap it against my opposite hand, and say “Flesh collision!” without a hint of humor. / Beatrice walks up and down the aisles of the outlet store pausing only to tap her feet along with the occasional dated earworm..."

Untitled Poem | Mykyta Ryzhykh

"air swallows me and I get inside the pump / it's dark but dry / my soul's cheeseburger is stripped of any sauce / I want to drink / this pump pumps air after a nuclear explosion..."

Twenty-Four, Candidly | Violet Piper

"you start to repeat your stories; / you sound like your mom / you feel so grateful for your mom you can't stand it..." Violet Piper's work has appeared in Slate, The Blue Mountain Review, Harpur Palate, and elsewhere.

She Is an Artist | Élyse Deering

"what a lovely painting you made girl, / but have you seen this man’s / portrait of his dog? / How that man must love love love his dog / you’re crying now? take a pill..."

Bertilax Trax, or Xperience of a Day | Liam McLean

"His man, his old / host, worn and supportive, / giving directions through / his chewed veil of nails. / While their three / pals clunk in the backseat, / chained and hoping to see / a bright, isolate eave..."