Mattress City USA was tucked off a busy road in a strip-mall that included a gas station known for car-jackings, a down-at-heel florist's shop, and a daycare with grease-paint drawings of rainbows, …

Mme Rimbaud got a new haircut. Une coupe nouvelle. It isn't as good as the old haircut. It has no puff, no coiffed look. Someone needs to floof it. Mme Rimbaud lives in her afterlife wearing her …

Dressing for work the day after her fifty-third birthday, W— struggled to get into her favorite sweater.  Supple and soft, roomy but flattering, this sweater, but today it felt as if the …

Systems Engineer Higata was a modest man, but if pride ever thrummed inside him, it was because he had found the secret to a happy existence. 

How young his tear-stained face, crumbling under / the fluorescents. Unbalanced on the stool in front of class. / Dogs have to be trained to fight, conditioned / to violence, like humans. He told us how he trained him

“Dudes,” Gwen calls to us from the porch. “Get thee the fuck out here.”             Sunil and I set down our beers …

The first time I heard Jennifer Tseng speak was in 2019, at a reading from her novel Mayumi and the Sea of Happiness. The reading was a part of her job application for the open assistant …

but it all turned out to be the Tetris theme and they could remember no other, no Pac-Man, no Galaga, no Ms. Pac-Man (did she have her own? almost certainly not, the rats think), was there a …

I eat off old plates here, my grandparents’ / grandparents’, translucent to age, a blue // light, that, snowlike, settles in the kitchen. I own no others / yet. Over dinner, I dream of …

As always the end begins / with a social media post / by the president of the United States / about the size of our nation’s nuclear button / compared to a foreign / dictator’s. As …

i dove into you eclipse first just like joni / strung out on another man. one man then / another i drifted down the russian river

Don’t ask me how I got the job. / I had no experience. / I was nineteen; / I had given everything up, / my salvation included.

Somehow in every / nationality, His beard / connects.

the poem opens for me no matter. a blood-letting riot / absorb the symptoms, interpret the malady, erupt / into nummular hives & feign resolve. no more breaking /

I was shimmying on stage, apoplectic in the harsh blue neons, when I remembered I have loved you my whole life.

For months, small gold crowns have fallen from the sky.

I’ve never worked at a fish processing plant, but I’ve met a few people who have.

As an undergraduate at NYU, Daniel Lefferts found mythical beings: students at the Stern School of Business. They eschewed the de rigueur American Apparel hoodies and skinny jeans in favor of …

Carolyn Hembree’s For Today is a triumph of Mississippi Delta poetry.

Her body and mine are the same shape. By reason, this means mine can be touched. I still can’t stomach it.