Kandace Mack Don’t ask me why I dance girl. I do ‘cuz I must. I do ‘cuz it is. So you ought to dance, girl. Ain’t no room for us here We dance to be seen. So you better dance, girl. They like when we dance They like when we serve. So you need to… Read More Dance, Girl

Nick Corvino For this unsafe room full of dim light the ballerina’s pale shadow sprawls out into those romantic             wings of shame. The olive dimensions in those thin doll legs, the smooth grey pleasure in those hateful elephant eyes,             are more simple than… Read More Degas’s Room

Shelby Schultz –after A. Van Jordan White wine, white teeth, white lie, two pair, flush cheeks. I deal with her knee grazing mine, hoping my diffraction smooths her brow, but nothing is easy except her raising and the bluff. So little pellucidity, so little ambiguity – she won’t whisper what cards she holds. What she… Read More Dealing Again

Tyler Shimada “Sometimes me think, what is friend? And then me say: a friend is someone to share last cookie with.” – Cookie Monster Me crave to eat a mackerel,but me don’t know find where?Me only know where cookie jar, but me no find it there. Me buy cookie at grocery store,is that where me should… Read More Me Want Mackerel

Noah Rabinovitch i want to write a poem about the everglades / where a gas station is a restaurant is a community center / where polyester clings too tight / where the body / sweating / rejects the place / learns to swim in its own brackish water / a professor during orientation week said… Read More anchor in the mud