Kevin R. Pennington

I. Riding the bus, going to the doctor. Today, it’s the psychiatrist. Tomorrow the therapist. I ride in silence, staring at my phone. The trip is long, as measured in poetic meter. Too many stops for an en...

Jim Feast

were usually, “Here take $20” or “Take this $40” which was to pay for stuff at the bodega I read to him late Saturday afternoons, and, as no one was usually due to drop by till Sunday, I got the supplies before I...

Peter Marti

RIP Vincent Zangrillo One by one the pillars we lean on crumble into an equally impossible horizon— you are gone and the City you loved is far away the dead command the living now, are afforded freezer-trucks bu...

Ron Kolm

I’m sitting In the Parkside Lounge With a good friend, drinking Too many White Russians And bemoaning The state of the world. “What’s going to happen?” I ask her. “Well,” she says, “There wi...

Dean Kostos

From a series of digital portraits by Lucas Samaras, Poses. The Pace Gallery, New York, 2010 Your face: invitation to gray fire, dissolving was, will be. Photographed black & white, your head is a George Hurrell ...

Kristin Mathis

Let me write about all the ways I have no more words. You do that to me: extract incoherent sounds that mean more than this poem could ever say. Sometimes I wake up and think: nothing. Not in the way I used to—blank ...

Marc Olmsted

the Hulk is my yidam my chosen anger deity Marvel comicbook Avenger blazing in apocalyptic fire grunting wrathful 4-letter mantras demolishing years of therapy concepts of Buddhist attainment & mastered sobriety Green...

Max Blagg

I want this poem to become as curvy as the hottentot Venus's posterior I hope it's worthy of your serious survey you can see I'm rather nervé, nervous in the service but tonight I discard my corona fears so open your e...

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

I wear the heaviness of my mother’s rings: the deep shaded carnelian--burgundy slab--and the veined malachite--oblong green. I don’t usually favor silver, plus they’re huge even on my own large long hands. My si...