I would always rather be happy than
dignified. Rather held than held
in awe.
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.
I have an axe
with hearts gashed
He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.
A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”
To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?
The poetry of Brian S. Ellis unravels, inverts, investigates, and complicates. His poems are radical koans and invitations to forego common narratives.
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
The new octopus at the children’s aquarium was named Athena, and as we waited for her to emerge, I thought of the almost-too-faint second line on the pregnancy test three days before.