Tag: Front

Two Street, January First

poetry by Paul Siegell

football buffs / in Philadelphia’s aviaries vault the beer-can
casualties / of another round of fumbled punt returns.

parking authority tyrants / toy with every block possible
along Philadelphia’s / deliriousness of cobblestone.

such miserable hospital cafeteria coffee in Philadelphia’s

Note from the Editor

Over the next few months you will read work from our latest reading period (October 1, 2011-December 1, 2011). It is thanks to your enthusiasm as readers and the quality of work you continue to send as submitters, that we keep doing this. Thanks to you, our current collection is without doubt more impressive, more raw, more bright, and more us than any before.

reasons not to swim at night

Poetry by Giuseppe Infante

in a cardboard box near the beach’s massive stones rests empty bottles of sugar cane soda or 30 cents for the weekly bottle collector with filth ridden dingy fingernails. ruined vacation in malibu

The Produce Aisle

Poetry by Laurel N.

Do not buy the lettuce
those frothy topped leaves
are festering with bugs.
Soft-bodied caterpillars follow
their jaws dragging their bulging
green weight. Imagine

A Skeptic at Night

Poetry by Lia Greenwell, for Tyler Clementi

When there is heaviness at the end of a day, I sometimes catch myself in
accidental prayer. “God–” my mouth will drop, like a pearl rosary bead falling
from my tongue

Dear OKCupid,

I am married to a man,
and while I am looking more
for a girl to kiss than
“just friends”,
I would appreciate it
if you found a way
to discourage
old Oklahoman dudes
from masturbating
to fantasies
of me traveling
to fuck them
like their wives won’t.

-poetry by Katie Moore SplinterGeneration

Sleeping in on Sunday

Nonfiction by Tisha Reichle

I missed mass again. Third Sunday in a row that grading papers, cleaning the apartment, going for a bike ride, or watching football have been more important. After more than thirty-five years of being Catholic, I am ready to quit.

Blowback

Poetry by William Haine

When I was seventeen
I had sparse sideburns, brand new shirts,
and too much cologne.
I slept with girls because it had to happen.
At eighteen I got naked at parties