OUTRAGE CONTEST: Rebel Rebel

Sam Cross

No one will find you

in 1861, sunken into your leather

entanglement, finished in grease,

undressed before an audience

of ageless insects, fizzing

around your one stillborn eye,

no one will know you were an average

golfer, you swore under your breath

learning about your daughter, you alone

lost the war, you never had

a stranger cinch your necktie

under tails of Spanish moss, you were bewitched

by the promise alive in a shotgun,

young once, you found foreign gods

cleaning up like cats on your front steps,

you refused to take in the sun

with them, as it came trembling up

from the trees, a perfect termite, gorging

on their darkness, in the elastic hours left to yourself,

you could not draw the poison out

of your pupil, it became essential to you

at even the cellular level, you found trust

impossible, every virus possessed by its own

sacred helix, judgement coming in the purest chemical,

physical and electrical terms, what do you imagine

might be made of you by an empty stomach, you

who have left so little inside, keeping the gate

of your own cage as though it opened to a heaven

no one deserved, no one will walk away from you

without thinking of the stars you have crossed and left

dimmer, seeing you, no one will be able to identify

just who else has ever belonged there,

by your side, at a loss




Nonfiction
Poetry

Lynch at Hyde
Alex Wilson


Prisoner of War
Tracy Mishkin


Solstice
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Flight
Isabel Brome Gaddis


Clockwork
Lisha Ruan


If a Tree Were to Fall
Rachel Janis


Hand to hand
Rachel Janis


There, we are wordless, there
Rachel Janis


Leather and Velvet
Robert Beveridge


Near-Life Experience
Robert Beveridge


This Poem is about a Small Town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and a College I Hated in Massachusetts
Ron Riekki


Firecracker
Andrea Janov


Sometimes When My Wife Comes Home She Doesn't Kiss Me
Ron Riekki


When I Was an EMT, We Never Got in Any Trouble if a Patient Died, But if You Scratched the Side of the Ambulance They Would Fire You
Ron Riekki


POST-APOCALYPTIC YOGA, ALL LEVELS
Janna Layton


The Search
Tim Kercher


Gentrification Download
Alex Wilson


The Ciudad Juarez Side of Sunrise
Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb


While Driving West on I-96, Wind Disrupts the Radio Waves
Paige Leland


Anything, Anywhere, Anytime
Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb


OUTRAGE CONTEST: To the Fourth Estate
Marianne Taylor


OUTRAGE CONTEST: For My Sister
Mirri Glasson-Darling


OUTRAGE CONTEST: My Mother Finally Tells Him Off
Sandra Inskeep-Fox


OUTRAGE CONTEST: Roe v. Wade
Alexis Beckford


OUTRAGE CONTEST: African American
Alexis Beckford


OUTRAGE CONTEST: Rebel Rebel
Sam Cross

OUTRAGE CONTEST: If I Am Guilty of Anything
Sam Cross


When Poems Sound Better in Times New Roman
Paige Leland


A Metaphor for how Trash Day Reminds Me that I’ll Never Be Alone No Matter How Hard I Try
Paige Leland


In The Dark
Alison Stone Eric Greinke


Petals and Roots
Alison Stone Eric Greinke


Fiction