2 Poems Matt Summers Oh Sigourney— / sweating, tugging hard at that helmet— / don’t worry, I’m sure it will come right off.
vernal Carl Miller Daniels at the strawberry ball, all the catering is / done by college swim-team boys...
Shooting Star Ty Bluesmith They always went to happy hour on Friday night. All the people from the office went except the Christians and the Muslims and the ones nobody wanted to invite.
Wishing on Whores John Weagly “You know that place in my living room where the rug bunches up and everybody trips over it?”
The Weight Michael Pikna I sit on my bony ass at the east end of the alley and watch the sky pink up, like a stranglehold on the world's been loosened.