That’s Why You Go to College

November 15, 2014

  That’s Why You Go to College by Nathan Coney The two-hander, a chunk of granite (approx. a foot), scraps my arms as I try to set it in the wall for the Nth time From behind, amongst juvenile guffaws… Continue Reading

Flames are dancing colors in the sky

September 26, 2014

Flames are dancing colors in the sky, Storm is raging like fireworks on the fourth of July. On this silent night, my only desire, The frightening sound of thundering fire. The flames consume the last bite of trust, I lay… Continue Reading

The Story of my Bathroom Mirror

September 26, 2014

Author: Mitchell Brinton   The Story of my Bathroom Mirror My new landlord is very short. She replaced the broken mirror in my bathroom, but she installed it much too low, so I had to ask my uncle for help… Continue Reading

The Baby Sparrow

September 07, 2012

A baby sparrow got caught in the rain She lies on the pavement—the sidewalk The Baby Sparrow It’s humid now, the clouds are feather grey. She opens one wing—it makes a sticky sound Like a baby swallowing saliva. She flutters…. Continue Reading


September 06, 2012

I remember that time, we were lying on the floor and Anthony Bourdain was drinking Japanese whisky on the television. You looked so peaceful, wide-eyed at his debauchery, soft, upturned lips smiling at his barbs about hipsters. Now, I am… Continue Reading

It’s High School Science For Me

March 30, 2012

First you learn all the kingdoms and phylums and classes And orders and families and species and genuses Slowly you’ll learn how and wherefore and why it is High school science for me Oh it’s high school science for me…. Continue Reading


March 30, 2012

I am still afraid of speed (Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun) It was in our hometown, Last summer double-riding, he stopped so suddenly and it made me laugh I held on tight to his back  … Continue Reading

Something Shameless

March 23, 2012

To write a bad poem and mean It, in love, is something shameless That tells a laughing at, a proverbial Fit, that to reject is not to redress:   That to me is, no less than eating Good food and… Continue Reading


March 23, 2012

St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye; we follow on highs and smoky nights, in bars, the sidewalk, the silver rain.   Then again, I help myself to the vanities, the proof– I’ve wasted my time trailing coffee rings… Continue Reading

ours by not beings ours

March 23, 2012

Ours by not being ours.   Saturday mornings with the guys he’d tell bed-sheet war stories. I’d ask something like how’d she taste anyway and we’d crack all into fits like brunch comrades or brothers.   Picking her up, he’d… Continue Reading

The Lover in the Mirror

March 23, 2012

That Lover in the mirror— If he is my second-half I wonder. I talk to you and you talk to me; I wave my hand and you wave your hand; We visit us in our rooms alike. Oh both of… Continue Reading


March 23, 2012

The respirator hummed and clicked away a percussion ensemble, beating the rhythm of life   Hurooooom-click Hurooooom-click   She lay wrapped in her favorite linens The warm embrace of her memories Filled the room Swirling and dancing with the somber… Continue Reading

The Gentle Bird Weeps

March 23, 2012

The gentle bird flies the earth In search of what is right It glides among the most beautiful things But never stays the night   Everyone knows this gentle bird But no one as much as me The bird; so… Continue Reading