It’s High School Science For Me
A song by Andy Post
By • 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 …
Poetry
Bixi
A poem by Andrea Benson
By • 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 …
Something Shameless
A poem by Shane Bryson
By • 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 …
GLASSON BAR
A poem by Brett Bell
By • 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 …
ours by not beings ours
A poem by Kelly Larkin Conway
By • 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 …
The Lover in the Mirror
A poem by Adrian Lacson
By • 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 …
Betty
A poem by Brodie Robbins
By • 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 …
The Gentle Bird Weeps
A poem by Seth Earle
By • 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 …
FEBRUARY AFTERNOON, NEAR TAMPA
A poem by Matt Robinson
By • March 23, 2012
unsteady – but not quite anxious – from the limp of this
deck furniture’s scuff-addled vantage, this small, prefab balcony’s
whitewashed aluminum rails: strobe-frames the inflatable …
Untitled
A poem by Gaeby Abrahams
By • March 23, 2012
She could never quite figure it out:
did the link descend to the left or the right?
how big was the loop?
and an ear—just like that?
At …
