Judy Suite (Six Visual Poems) by Chris Gavaler
Artistic statement: “Judy Suite” is a sequence of graphic requiems recounting my mother’s struggle with Alzheimer’s. Chris Gavaler is an...
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- May 16, 2020
- 1 min
Putting Out What You Might Put Away
Putting Out What You Might Put Away A crib and changing table are quietly dismantled but all the socks are paired confetti, and the hats...
- Jan 27, 2020
- 1 min
Panic Attack
It starts out quiet. Terror muffles my ears Words, black smudges Heartbeat faster and faster Air thinner and thinner. Thoughts as fish in...
- Jan 6, 2020
- 1 min
“Why can’t you sleep?” by Zara Hanif
There are blossoms in my chest Rolling off my breasts, feathering out from my sternum, violet, emerald, scarlet petals A garden of...
- Nov 19, 2019
- 2 min
MOONFACE by Cindy Pereira
Resident writes feels like lower back is a clenched fist. Resident writes patient’s vision is blurred but only in one eye the right. Not...
- Sep 22, 2019
- 1 min
Sick Woman’s Self Portrait by Sara Tilley
I am the dead mouse perfect and stiff, no longer than your thumb. I am the cat, satisfied with killing for its own sake. I am not hungry...
- Jun 10, 2019
- 2 min
Instruction on a Ritual for Simplifying Your Life
The first step is defining the place. It must be your living room. You must live alone. Time is not inconsequential. Do it at night,...
- Mar 31, 2019
- 2 min
Two Poems by Christian J. Collier
Admission One day, while walking down the long, white hallway at my job, the tide overtook me & I broke down crying in front of one of my...
- Mar 26, 2019
- 1 min
On Being Mysteriously Chronic by Jennifer Stitt
Jennifer Stitt is a poet as well as a historian of modern American thought, culture, and politics. She earned a B.A. and M.A. in history...
- Jan 8, 2019
- 1 min
For the Doctors Who Don’t Know How To Find Your Body From Here By Rob Cook
Each brick of the hospital attacks each brick next to it. The fighting itself casts a shade that lengthens over the parking lot, the...
- Dec 10, 2018
- 1 min
On Holter Monitors and General Malaise By M.E. Hoban
Crisscross my body with tape: would-be sex appeal, sticky under breasts, in the hollow of the hip with the freckle— I am the first person...
- Nov 29, 2018
- 1 min
Idiopathy By Robert Annis
Three midnights a week I’m called to wrestle noxious ferment from my stomach, eject tar, and fall asleep on numb legs. Special doctors...
- Aug 27, 2018
- 1 min
Medusa in the Emergency Room By Cade Leebron
Call me Curly-Q for the swirled snake IV line spiraling out of my upper arm. Nothing perfect ever ends, or that’s a lie I’m okay...
- Aug 20, 2018
- 1 min
Putting the Cart Before the Horse
I was a blackbird for Halloween when those shapeshifters came out of the terraforming colony and explained that destiny is only a mile...
- Aug 13, 2018
- 2 min
The Next Time You’ll Be Told to Take Nothing by Mouth
until doctors determine whether you’ll need more surgery, you’re going to crave big hunks of bread with butter, going to want to rip ...
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