SOME DOVES Mourning doves don’t cry because their names cry for them. When I see them at the window beyond my Corn Chex, I play my turntable. Usually a comedy album....
1. i want to glide down over Mulholland you said a camera affixed to my ceiling would have captured a scene of “devastating lovemaking” i attempt to elongate that post...
Below is an excerpt from Fanny Says entitled Pepsi, written and read by Nickole Brown. San Francisco Chronicle Best Poetry Book of 2015 Library Journal Best Book of 2015 NewPages...
The recording of LAST SEXT is here and ready to be inside your ears. The author's insanely effective reading of her own poems is literally perfect, not to mention powerful as hell. Check...
* I’m sending you a snap in the office bathroom No filter Here’s 3 seconds My blotchy face A sliver of my bare thigh on the toilet seat Things you don’t see: The bathroom lights...
two new poems by Olivia Grayson for your viewing pleasure... Memories, Like The Crusty Surface Of My Mind The silly lies we told to defend our dignity, the Trinkets that meant...
Recently, some pretty cool poets visited our city of Asheville, NC from Baltimore, Knoxville and Oakland. We convinced them to stop by the studio on their way out of...
Recently, some cool poets visited our city of Asheville, NC from Baltimore, Knoxville and Oakland. We convinced them to stop by the studio on their way out of town and record some work....
Recently, some cool poets visited our city of Asheville, NC from Baltimore, Knoxville and Oakland. We convinced them to stop by the studio on their way out of town and record some work....
o god spank me. tell me my name is ichabod crane. im driving my bod a big lazy car rushing up the small of your back crashing thru my bedroom in...
I CAN'T REMEMBER THE FUNNY THING ABOUT THE CAT there is a street by a dunkin donuts that you walk the girls down you take them to the apartment with the hall...
Somewhere in a Town You Never Knew Existed Somewhere by Nina Hart is a book that speaks directly to society's "elephants in the living room" through kooky hooliganism and...
ELECTION DAY i woke up, went to work, & played barista walked home with hands in pockets, crumpled ones ran up the stairs to get high before leaving at the pizza joint, i listened as an old guy...
Add permanent ink to gain authorship over your body
because you are terrified that a rainbow is just a problem
in optics, a poem just stanzaic...
a heated house she walks in laughing room to room, a ghost of her own making. there are twelve empty tallboys there are twelve hollow tall men they are all existing off each other, your eyes...
Plum Eyes She had purple sunglasses. She said she liked them because she couldn’t eat plums; they made her sick. The glasses let her enjoy purple without a stomachache. Burned Shades of Orange I think you burned a cucumber-scented candle...
Talking Book is excited to announce the release of FOREST PRIMEVAL by Vievee Francis, read by the author herself. 'A Song On The Ridge' read by Vievee Francis (Excerpt...
