The coffin banged into the back of Saez’s seat as the road began to drop abruptly
these lands of our past, these places we have left behind
by Joe Oestreich
If you're hearing a lyric wrong, and that lyric over the years has come to mean something to you, then which words are correct?
by Andrew Cartwright
By the time the video cameras went dark that night, he must have flexed those busted biceps at least a dozen times.
by Ander Monson
by Chris Galvan
I started writing around 10 years ago, in 2008. I think that’s when I wrote my first poem in English.
by Jane Springer
He cleans her mess for sport
by John Gosslee
A body in ether looks for a door out
by W. Todd Kaneko
like a barbed wire kiss. I fight in a cage
by Eddie P. Gomez
I wrote the book in a way that satisfied something inside of myself artistically.
by Paul Sanchez
by Mary Pickett
by Ronald Dzerigian
The idea for the film came to me in a dream I had in 2009.
by Courtney Harler
The ground was as frozen as the tears that streaked our wind-whipped faces.
by Stephanie A. Vega
Liliana stood between the metal filing cabinet and the cardboard boxes, transferring folders as fast as she could.
by Molly Olguín
by Xu Xi
by Wendy Rawlings
by Joshua Leon
Forget it, I tell myself, let the story bleed in to fiction
by Ben Gwin
We’ll wake up next to each other, and if we’re lucky, we won’t regret it till much later.
by Maria Kuznetsova
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by Sasha Pimentel
Tonight, the glass divides me from that woman sitting with gold lettering on her forehead
Class will be back in session starting September
September 19th, 2016
Poetry was a place to synthesize the disparate elements of my life; it still is.