Untitled – Kate Engler

I tried to tell him that my belly longs to be swollen belly baby belly

beloved belly/ birthing/ birth/ afterbirth/ belly

my gut aches; I am old; blooming and shriveling with the passing hours; stone

fossil and throbbing embryo.

Yearning swelling swollen vibrations- run too fast for too long

Ears throbbing underwater hunger beyond bread beyond sex everything slowed

under honey like poets promised.




Six Poemz – Ryan Bry

like a dream scythe to the head / sleeper-soul


wake up

you alien

we got shindigs to wrestle

degrees to flaunt

slashburns to remedy,

with time with time

the breezelette mingles

to the reasonable sound

of quartet floozies

zing out of this dimension

to another Earth

with more sympathy

for chicken growers

like yourself.




Two Poems – Cait Reynolds

Modern Love is a Fear of Radio Silence



My existential crisis is chronic

Dying with my doe eyes and fair skin

this insomnia is killing me

or at the very least

will make me look worn out

As a woman those two things are terrifying

and essentially the same

My pulse races uncontrollably and I don’t know

if I’m in love

if this is happiness

or a panic attack

My calm exterior is my greatest role

but the persona is finally dissipating

a crack in the mortar

a patina on far too young of a woman

Maybe an adult life of believing in

the wrong people

is perpetuating my skepticism

More than anything it’s made my constitution

far too fragile

too fragile for heartbreak

too fragile to expose love’s raw nerve

I wanted to believe in love

in romance unbound and transformative

it was not to be trusted

It’s a car crash I’ve walked away from

seemingly unscathed

But upon further inspection

my sternum is bruised

a few ribs out of place

to be touched brings excruciating pain

It left me starving,




Six Poems – Anthony Perillo

Personal War


I dream of battlefields

in the pitch black of night

where only gunfire serves as the light

If I had a family

surely I would long for home

I am the dancer

I am the finicky eater

I am the prisoner of war

All I know of you is from

secondhand stories and photographs

but I bear your name and so I live

vicariously through you