Poem by Broc Riblet


  Cupboard Door Half-naked releaser whose name is like violence. I’m scared of the panic of stones in my knees. You’re my population, you know what to say. Fat and licorice grow off the velcro of you but I try to ignore food. Let the pangs through the front door, it’s supposed to be hard…

Poem by Jack Powers


  Can We Build A World Safe for Poetry? Mickey Leland dropped from the sky Shattered bird against the unyielding Broken wings around our feet We still walk by, not unfeeling, But worse, with eyes & purpose unfocused, Think of all the brown & red & yellow babies tonight reaching for nourishment, Think of the…