Too Late
by Matthew Spataro The path ahead was clear to see But now it is a memory Fading fast from the corners of my mind Our… Read More »Too Late
by Matthew Spataro The path ahead was clear to see But now it is a memory Fading fast from the corners of my mind Our… Read More »Too Late
by Matthew Spataro Blood running fast Smiles on our face Laughter lost in the wind Hearts in the right place The sound of our footsteps… Read More »Starlight
by Matthew Spataro Scene 1 A group of men lay stretched out on the stage, each with heavy shoulders and weary faces. They lean on… Read More »Frat Tu, Brute
by Nathaniel Anacta I have met feminists. I have talked with them and I have seen them at march. Like a sunless forest in all… Read More »A Funny Feminist at the Festival of Colors, Johnsonville, Brooklyn.
by Jessica Kraker This is how you lose her on a Sunday night. This is how you lose her and I wish I wasn’t right.… Read More »Motionless
by Jessica Kraker I watch you bleed out in bed on a Thursday night as your phone blows up with messages from that girl you… Read More »Looking Back
by Jessica Kraker you’ve heard the phrase “poetry in motion” seen the posters in subway cars trying to inspire the masses with paltry, pithy perspectives… Read More »in media res
by Margaret Iuni If I hide in your closet next to the skeletons you keep there, staying still and quiet and alone, If I’m so… Read More »Unrecognizably Yours
by Margaret Iuni Click here to read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. Straya Six hours. That’s how long it takes you… Read More »Part 6: Six Hours
by Michelle Coleman I tend to climb high hills on particularly pensive evenings in order to get a glance of your view from the heavens,… Read More »The Hike
by Michelle Coleman It never would have fit into the lift You lugged it up the stairs with a big smile Made love on soft… Read More »The Couch
by Michelle Coleman Gently, in the night, I am calling to you; Bringing you back with me, to the time when there were few Of… Read More »Piano