A Poem by Wayne David Hubbard wanderlust is my middle name unpenned verbs in the book of longing alanis morissette crooning irony through tinny speakers at a bar in arizona i raise a shot glass to you and swallow it whole Wayne David Hubbard is an author and educator. His work appears in Button Poetry, […]


A Poem by d w Stojek O’ it’s a lonely maypole in three footfall snow, and where may I go without reason, without clothes? By the seat of my bicycle, full of frost and icicles let my Fancy sway, unfettered in the winter’s shortened day… “Yes, but well, what are you doing here?” Had you […]

The Longest Snow Day

A Poem by Susan Miller It will be like a snow day —all of us penned in our holes,yearning to topple ontobarstools, strip off ourwinter wool, order roundsof Jack and uncorkour weather war stories. Yeh, just like a snow day,that’s what you said, asalways so rock-solid sure.You didn’t want to hearmy what-ifs, feel myclammy palms, […]

Pre-Made Canteen

A Poem by Mercury-Marvin Sunderland today i woke upat 7 amso i could sign upfor my fall quarter classat 8 am i atea quick sandwichof dollar store white breadmustard & mayokraft singlesgarlic baloneypicklespotato chips & i grabbedone (1) pre-made canteenof morning coffeefrom the fridge poured one (1) mug& reheatedfor three (3) minutesthen put it backin […]

Café Bourbon Street

A Poem by James Croal Jackson (Columbus, Ohio, 2018) Shades of Colorado, bleakas winter sky packing gearin the trunk before yourflight, reverberations ofsong trapped in guitarfrom the blinking purpleshow at the grime dive.I went to exhaust theirpierogi supply, to sitin crowded silencewatching the people aroundme, wondering why I camehere, the question resonatingalong the ceiling, silentas […]

I want a wholesome life

A Poem by Anita Nahal Which might explain why like pieces of bread dunked in hot tea or milk I may fall off suddenly. Pliable and desirous to be held. You’ll try picking up remains metastasizing like kneaded dough gone awry, rolling like a gooey ball stuck. Stuck and stuck, refusing to budge. Not mine […]

The Last Day of Summer

A Poem by Anna Papadopoulos She’s twelve —a faux-leather fringed bagholds her confidence in place.The tips of her ballet shoespeep out like a Labrador’s faceframed by the partially rolled-downcar window.Her pigtails swish back and forthand greet the day. He’s older —with limbs that have outgrowntheir rootslike wild weeds.His red cap flapswithout saying much.His Pumas hit […]

Between Us

A Poem by Joshua Bridgwater Hamilton When winter solstice turnsthe river slows.It will slow again. From the alcoveI watched you:a disaster of peppermint. Saints with fractured smilestrod carpets of clover. You pressed a silver ring in your palmI never gave you. Outside, a pale ferry glideson iceacross the Ohio To a shore dotted with lanternsour […]

Lament For The Afghans

A Poem by Benjamin Rose In the autumnal mode The cowards of state have panicked and fled;The young men lay down their rifles for lost,For we have betrayed the quick and the dead,And roots dug in vain are slain by the frost.Now in the glare of the harsh summer sunThe bullet-bit banner wavers and fadesCorrupt […]

Solo Trip

A Poem by Gabby Mijalski-Fahim Four tires marry the border of two states while the rain falls with the temperature andtrees trade in their mottled hands for pined hooks,dipping down to kiss the roof of the carthat soon abandons acres of empty pasture lands,left to settle in the mirror of its left wing.Ahead, the road […]

Packing for the Beach

A Poem by Lorrie Ness Leave room in the dufflefor Velveeta and dryer sheets,the pool of light below the lampand your appetite for chewingpencils. Toss them in—a collection of wine-stained corks,fishhooks and thread. We’ll string theminto a necklace of bobbers, wear itas a flotation device because shirazhas always kept our heads above water.Go ahead and […]


A Poem by Anabell Donovan My friend is dying. His life is tornmemory brocadesfluttering in archedwindow panesabout to be blowninto a dark night,and no corneris hidden enoughfor me to cover him. He is lost on a strollby crumbling mud wallson abandonedtarragon tangled gardensbitter in the sun. Where is the undiscoveredhealing temple?I blame it for yesterday’s […]


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