about Quarter-Dried DenimPoetryQuarter-Dried DenimMatthew Feinstein"No second cycle. / Instead, I suffocate my wardrobe / with a trash bag, make it my hamper’s / neighbor for the week."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Temporarily DeadPoetryTemporarily DeadPeter Mladinic"The waxen hands / in the casket looked like hands / that knotted the flowered tie he wore Sundays / he sat / legs crossed in an easy chair."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about PrimerPoetryPrimerPatsy Creedy"Knowing extends / Beyond / The elbow touched / On the bus / The sadness you feel a smell / Reflexive to breathe it in"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about BirthplacingPoetryBirthplacingYuan Changming"It is a landscape newly relocated / Into my heart’s backyard. Then I sit / On my legs, meditating about there / Being no light in the picture"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about if the world is endingPoetryif the world is endingMegan Waring"say no again and again to going / into work, to polite smalltalk dinners, to any invitation / that isn’t two cans of spray paint and a dusky overpass"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about My Pen Ran Out of InkPoetryMy Pen Ran Out of InkNatalia Batiz-Blanco"It’s so loud. / There are no stop signs to cross the street so you run. / Thank you to the driver in the Mitsubishi who let us cross. / Almost there."Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Silver Shadows, cloudy linersPoetrySilver Shadows, cloudy linersRebecca Thrush"It’s funny to think we wanted / to be bright enough to sparkle / on stage, in a sea of Irish / twins, all of us vying for stardom / and wallflower glory"Ends in: 0 daysVist Our Maketplace
about Under the BoulderPoetryUnder the BoulderMariah Thompson"I don’t remember. / Travis or Kevin picked up a rock and there it was, dark / and poised for the striking. Fascination spilled / into pooled horror. I ran."Ends in: 0 daysAdd NFT to Your Digital Library
about SupperPoetrySupperMaia McPherson"She is hungry / her son is hungry her husband / is hungry so they sit at the table / and blink at each other / over quick-boiled pasta / and jar sauce."Ends in: 0 daysAdd NFT to Your Digital Library
about The 80’s Newly LicensedMix Tape • PoetryThe 80’s Newly LicensedTravis Hoyles"We'd drive all day in dad's Dodge Shadow, / dodging shadows that the road spat forth at dusk;"Ends in: 0 daysAdd NFT to Your Digital Library