THREE POEMS by JUDSON HAMILTON

Small Talk

 

I’m not tryin’ to call you out
But sportin’ a Hi-Vis jacket to
A garden party is just bad form

I know you – you wouldn’t have worn it without a reason though
“Visibility is one of the emerging trends in the gig economy”

But you make a strong case for the party being dull
That’s the way though, isn’t it?
You work up the courage to go out
Find yourself a snug corner
Where you can keep your own counsel and
Nurse a beer in peace, amirite?

Yeah there is just not enough light here
…just not enough light. Continue reading

FOUR POEMS by CARL GERCAR

Good Old Jeff

 

They beat Jeff Dahmer to death.
Probably in the dark corner of some dark cell in some prison shithole.
Good old Jeff, one of the boys, swell kind of guy,
drank beers and watched sports and looked girls up and down as they walked by.
Good old Jeff, just a pal,
loved to go out for a cold one,
then fucking kill you
and eat you
and fuck your corpse
and keep it preserved, frozen,
stare at it
late at night
watching the light play with your
lidless eyes.
They beat Jeff Dahmer to death. Continue reading

THREE WORKS by JOSEPH FREDERICK GARCIA

LINES

 

It is my new goal to fall in love with someone while waiting in line.

I’m done with dating and hook-ups and I just want to become intimate with someone waiting in line with me.

My ideal partner is someone who is ahead of me in line, but, honestly, I would gladly take someone who is behind me in line—especially as I am nearing 30 with little to no career aspirations.

With this in mind, I scan the people, ahead and behind.

I happen to notice someone scanning as well.

We meet eyes.

In some sort of unspoken agreement, we decide to give it a try.

We don’t have to connect on any one issue.

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FOUR POEMS by FLORENCE LENAERS

words in italics are from ResearchGate

 

this job
could
interest you.
_____________JOB, n. is of uncertain origin.

you & I are of uncertain
___un(te)rest
_____gonzo

Keep your profile
up to date to get the best
job suggestions.

_________SUGGESTION, n.
_________(Hypnotism)
_______The insinuation
_________of a belief or
_______impulse into the
___________mind of a
__________subject by
_______words, gestures,
________or the like; the
_______impulse or idea
_______thus suggested.
_______[Source: OED]

Insinuously trigger me
___cosinuously
_____hypnotenuze me
insinuate a belief or impulse
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TWO STORIES by JORDAN CASTRO

Aunt

 

My aunt spoke to me quietly, in a confused and troubled tone, on the landing of the stairwell in my grandmother’s house, which was inexplicably crowded.
__I know you’re sad and you have problems and things, she said, but please do not bring them to Twitter.
__A tall, thin creature with a human head and the body of an iguana walked slowly past us up the stairs.
__My aunt waited until the iguana man was out of earshot then whispered, It’s just, then paused. Nevermind, she said, visibly struggling to hold back tears.
__I noticed paintings on the walls behind her. They looked antique, but had shiny new price tags on them.
__Running, she said. Or basketball? What about basketball? You used to love playing basketball, she said. Continue reading

TWO POEMS by WALLACE BARKER

I Feel Like a Young Babe Ruth

 

remembered at work that its actually a big universe

of things you could be choosing to do but I dont know

here we are tweeting abt political conventions again

 

and outside it seems the trees have grown too thick

the shade has killed off all the grass I saw a pretty

lady but didnt bother to look really bc even tho

 

possibilities are endless you have to admit this seems kinda

inapplicable or theoretical at best I was reading one of those

french books that always have to mention the name of every Continue reading

FOUR POEMS by NATHANIEL DUGGAN

Atomic Bomb Poem

 

Baby come on over I have
an unlimited capacity for failure
I have a cyborg heart constructed
from Honda Civic cupholders I have
a 40oz of malt liquor this night can’t
end I haven’t used my Sam’s Club
Membership yet it gets dark too quick
this close to the sky so close and still
you can’t touch it just like the space
they say exists between every atom
and if we are all built from atoms
then baby come on over I have
never once been touched Continue reading

THREE POEMS by MATT NAVEY

air bag

 

an oak coffin covered in melting asphalt was
loaded from the frenetic purple pickup truck, driven from
the outset of a youtube video, into a walmart parking lot, then into

some inevitable gas station restroom, where the coffin was
refilled with diet dr. pepper, and the truck air bag was
deployed slowly from behind—as if a breeze had blown into a curtain. Continue reading

FIVE POEMS by ISAAC SIMPSON, TIMOTHY BARNETT, & SPENCER DE GAUTHIER

Truth Will Get You by Isaac Simpson

 

When your son comes to you really suffering

You don’t say you look very handsome today
You don’t say there’s sex hormones in your water
You don’t say I’m feeling bullish about Taiwan Semiconductor (TSMC)

When your sister comes to you at the very bottom of her life

You don’t say lose a few pounds
You don’t say humans share 98% of their DNA with bullfrogs
You don’t say jet fuel doesn’t melt steel beams

When your best friend loses everything

You don’t say they found water on the moon
you don’t say hot Yoga opens the pores of the mind and body
you don’t say Bruce Willis was dead the whole time

What you do say is the one thing

that you know

is not true. Continue reading

FIVE POEMS by MIKAELA GRANTHAM

bug

 

on the front porch
there are several
cockroaches
scurrying around
sometimes they even fly
where i live
everyone calls them
palmetto bugs
i am from california
and they look like
what i call
cockroaches
palmetto bugs though
makes them seem beautiful
i always want to
reach out and pet them

once while drinking wine
with a friend on the porch
a palmetto bug
was crawling
at my toes
i bent over to touch it
to see what it might feel
like to put my finger
on its back
smooth and silky Continue reading