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'Make of me a piecemeal mound' — poetry by Matthew Gustafson
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'Make of me a piecemeal mound' — poetry by Matthew Gustafson
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'the fever always holds' — poetry by Abbie Allison
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'the fever always holds' — poetry by Abbie Allison
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'those petty midnights' — poetry by Zoë Davis
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'those petty midnights' — poetry by Zoë Davis
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'my dear vesuvius' — poetry by jp thorn
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'my dear vesuvius' — poetry by jp thorn
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'In the doom tunnel' — poetry by Melissa Eleftherion
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'In the doom tunnel' — poetry by Melissa Eleftherion
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'Love me as a wilderness' — Ruth Martinez
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'Love me as a wilderness' — Ruth Martinez
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'lost in the  rapture of man' — poetry by Ian Berger
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'lost in the rapture of man' — poetry by Ian Berger
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'Stop trying to write something beautiful' — poetry by Diana Whitney
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'Stop trying to write something beautiful' — poetry by Diana Whitney
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'I am a devotee' — poetry by Patricia Grisafi
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'I am a devotee' — poetry by Patricia Grisafi
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'come enflesh  our feast' — poetry by Haley Hodges
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'come enflesh our feast' — poetry by Haley Hodges
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'noonday I dive' — poetry by Karen Earle
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'noonday I dive' — poetry by Karen Earle
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'To eat dying stars' — poetry by Juliet Cook
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'To eat dying stars' — poetry by Juliet Cook
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‘same spectral symphony’ — poetry by Julio César Villegas
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‘same spectral symphony’ — poetry by Julio César Villegas
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'I think I know why I am looking at roses' — poetry by Stephanie Victoire
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'All the trees are you' — poetry by Barbara Ungar
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'All the trees are you' — poetry by Barbara Ungar
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'girl straddles the axis  of ancient  and eternal' — poetry by Grace Dignazio
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'girl straddles the axis of ancient and eternal' — poetry by Grace Dignazio
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'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
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'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
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'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
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'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
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'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
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'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
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'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
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'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
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'I prayed to be released from my longing' — poetry by Michelle Reale
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'Resurrection dance, a prelude' — poetry by V.C. Myers
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'It is noon and the sun is ill' — poetry by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
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'every moon rolling fat through the night' — poetry by Zann Carter
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'every moon rolling fat through the night' — poetry by Zann Carter
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'I have been monstrously good' — erasures by Lauren Davis
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'The light slices the mouth' — poetry by Aakriti Kuntal
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'The light slices the mouth' — poetry by Aakriti Kuntal
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'quiet grandfathers  in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
'quiet grandfathers in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
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'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
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'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
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'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
Dec 19, 2025
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
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'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
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Fiction by Lydia A. Cyrus: Coyotes

July 26, 2017

All coyotes are memories. With their skinny bodies and hungry mouths, they exist as a precautionary tale. They eat calves on my grandfather’s farm, or they used to anyway. I’ve never seen one outside of photos before, but I know that they are tricksters: they provide the world with chaos and fury. The men in my family have shot coyotes for nothing less than being seen. Like foxes, the coyote is a symbol of invasion or peril and they must be purged from sight. Coyotes steal bullets and memories. Coyotes eat youth and hide in dark, discrete areas sometimes never revealing themselves to the light of day.

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Riccardo Melosu

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Fibromyalgia: Three Instances Of

July 25, 2017

I think about how people usually only preach mind over matter when they don’t understand how to explain what’s going on with the matter.

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Review of 'A Red Witch, Every Which Way' by Juliet Cook & j/j hastain

July 24, 2017

What happens when two energies collide as if they were falling stars against an inky sky? What happens when two cauldrons boil over and into each other? What happens when two spirits are provoked to write as though conjoined and based on intuition? A Red Witch, Every Which Way is that result of such syntheses. The binding of unwinding and winding again, it’s the stitching of words, pages, and spirits. It is a spell the universe hummed into two sets of ears, banged into a writing desk, bled into a pen. 

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John Fournelle

John Fournelle

Depression: Fear and Loathing in My Prefrontal Cortex

July 24, 2017

Six months later, I clawed myself again. This time I drew blood – real blood. I fought depression, and I lost. Again and again and again.

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Guy Denning

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Darrrryl

July 21, 2017

The way that Darrrryl appears to you is special. Each of these drawings embodies one person grappling with a powerful entity. Each of them is sacred. It is a gallery with one subject.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Justin Allard, Creative Prose, Story, Non Fiction
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Theia Mania: In Conversation With Dallas Athent & Maria Pavlovska

July 18, 2017

BY LISA MARIE BASILE

Editor's Note: Theia Mania is a book of poetry by Dallas Athent with illustrations by Maria Pavlovska (Black Square Editions). This book is fiercely feminine, self-empowered, loud, brash, beautiful, and filled with references to gods and the Divine. Here. I interviewed Dallas and Maria about their collaboration and their work. 


INTERVIEW WITH DALLAS ATHENT

LISA MARIE BASILE: Ah, the binary. I am addicted to it and your work explores it so well. It's bikinis versus god and bars versus transcendence and the problematic versus self-empowerment. Except here, the light always seems to win. Was that a conscious choice?

DALLAS ATHENT: I used to believe in good and evil. After my studies ofThe Golden Dawn and Platonic elements, I began believing instead in light and dark. Light elements are things that are connected to the divine, the higher powers, spirituality. Dark matter is that which makes us mortal. It's what drives us to be gluttons. This book is really a study of both states. Light doesn't always win because it is "good," per say, it wins because making art is a struggle for our dark matter to be connected to higher powers.

LISA MARIE BASILE: There's not a lot of subversion here, although on first read I thought there was. I think you're screaming, HEAR ME. And I love it. I don't see a lot of work that encounters radical self strength with such bravado. Tell me, were there weaknesses and fears and vulnerabilities you grappled with while writing this?

DALLAS ATHENT: At one point during this I was laid off from my job the same week I was closing on my apartment. It was a hard week for me and that's where on the one hand I was celebrating an accomplishment, but it felt fake, not knowing if I could really afford this thing I had been working towards. A lot of the darker poems were written during that week, and the ones that are more about me feeling like I can do anything were written when I got myself out of the hole.

LISA MARIE BASILE: So, you keep mentioning England. How did England shape you IRL?

DALLAS ATHENT: I love England. I lived there for a short while and I'm always trying to move back. I adore pub culture. A lot of my friends talk about wanting to visit warm places, and how beautiful beaches are, but for me the most natural state is in the corner of a pub on a rainy day with a book and a pint.

LISA MARIE BASILE: You say, "the purpose of art is horror," and I think that's fucking magic. I agree, but I haven't seen it put so succinctly. Tell me about this idea. Did you aim to horrify?

DALLAS ATHENT: The poem that's taken from is about making art, and trying to leave a mark through doing so. That being the last line was just me thinking of how hard we try and end up nowhere. It's like a beautiful nightmare.

LISA MARIE BASILE: I feel like this book is like if contemporary feminist discourse had a baby with the baddest, most rebellious, most sassy Lana Del Rey video ever. It's all girls and alcohol and scum and the body, but it's elevated with these ideas of divinity and Theia and the powerful feminine. How do you approach talking about BIG IDEAS in such an aesthetic way? I know when I was writing Apocryphal, I wanted this landscape of cars and deserts and fabrics and gardens and beaches and fires and tropics, but at the end of it, that was a character all meant to juxtapose the grandiose shit. What about you? Was this landscape and aesthetic conscious or not? Or was it just, "I love these things. They're real to me?"

DALLAS ATHENT: That's a great question. And I actually feel the same way about Apocryphal. You managed to create this classic, desperate, suburban summer on a coast feel — but used that landscape to illustrate what it's like being a young woman.

For Theia Mania, I've always loved cities and lived in cities. I'm obsessed with places where there's so many people and they all live so close to each other but don't actually know each other and have such drastically different lives. I just like how that contributes to the concept of trying to make art to be someone. It's a constant reminder that we will fade into the fabric of the earth no matter how well known we are.

LISA MARIE BASILE: (Thanks, Dallas). I've heard you talk about Yeats before. You write, "there is an oppressive veil separating us from the stars and Yeats." Can you tell me more?

DALLAS ATHENT: A while ago I read this essay titled the The Gnostics by Jacques Lacarriere. What I got from it was that the Gnostics believed there was a veil that separated us from all that is holy and divine, and that's why mortality is always doomed. Because we're always trying to see everything behind the veil but can never possibly. Yeats, being everyone's favorite Golden Dawn member, and a true inspiration to me, seems to have been someone who has achieved crossing the veil. It was a little line to give him a nod. 

LISA MARIE BASILE: What does Theia mean to you?

DALLAS ATHENT: Theia Mania is a Platonic theory about how people who are experiencing horrible things, like heartbreak, are brought closer to the divine in those moments, and that's why we make great art. That state is really what the book is about, along with the dualities of being mortal and immoral, and trying to leave a mark on the world. That's how it got its title.

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INTERVIEW WITH ARTIST MARIA PAVLOVSKA

LISA MARIE BASILE: Your pictures evoke chaos, but they seem finely, painstakingly deliberate. I'd love to learn about how you approached these works for this book. 

MARIA PAVLOVSKA: There is a series of 30 drawings, which was one piece related to each other from the first one to the 30th. Altogether it is one story.  They are not meant to be viewed individually, but as a collection. They were originally conceived as part of a show "Black and White Diaries," which included also large canvasses. I wanted to show, as I always do, the progression from drawing to painting. 

LISA MARIE BASILE: Something I realized about this book is that there really is a balance between the good/bad or holy/not holy polarity. In your work, I sense that you contributed in a big way to that feeling. I find it very hard to strike a balance; how do you, as an artist, find that median? 

MARIA PAVLOVSKA: My work translates topics of choice into pictorial language that demonstrate a quietly powerful eloquence. My drawings and paintings reflect painting as a battlefield, where light and darkness fight and the result is unpredictable.

One sees the lightning bolts of ideas at work, as they are being worked out. That is the balance I look for. This sort of simultaneous image /process / results in a dialectic that lies frozen in space, stimulating the viewer to actively participate in the image creation themselves by way of investigation, inviting myriad readings within a given theme.

LISA MARIE BASILE: You're from Macedonia. What about the culture inspires your work? Is there something you're bringing to your work — and Dallas' poetry — that is related to Macedonia in some way?

MARIA PAVLOVSKA: My inspiration does not specifically reflect my Macedonian heritage. I draw inspiration from who I am and how I see the world, in me and around me, and this is more of a global perspective. The people that see my work, whether they are in Berlin, Vienna, Belgrade, Paris or NYC derive this universal feeling from the art as unique. 

LISA MARIE BASILE: What does Theia mean to you? Who is she in your work?

MARIA PAVLOVSKA: In my work, the contrast between light and dark, shadow and brightness, is evident. Theia, the Titaness, has several distinctions: brightness, uprightness, belief. Theia is a good omen. 

LISA MARIE BASILE: Each of the works in this book feel like they're unraveling to some sort of secret that I finally learn. Can you tell me a secret?

MARIA PAVLOVSKA: As the viewer can notice, there is a lot of writing in my work. You cannot really make out the words or read it, as it's not a poem or a thought that needs to be read. I need to write inside during my work as the thoughts are coming from me, and i'ts part of the composition. In the end it is part of the piece. So in that sense, it is a kind of secret (obvious secret). 

LISA MARIE BASILE: How do you make art from literature, like this? Is it a translation? Or a collaboration?

MARIA PAVLOVSKA: It is a collaboration as Dallas in one of her visits to the studio noticed the drawings realizing that they relate to her poems, and they seem to compliment each other. The drawings already existed, they were not created for the book, but, they seemed to fit with her poems perfectly (what I draw and explain with the lines, she writes and explains with words). We commented that my work would work well with her poems and that we could create this remarkable, new book Theia Mania.

Note: The images above were part of Pavlovska's Black & White Diaries concept. They were developed in a two-month residency studio Pavlovska won in 2014 at Cite Des Arts in Paris. The works were displayed at DRAWING ROOMS Gallery in New York City at the group show "Automatic - Systematic" in May 2014 and then shown at MANA CONTEMPORARY Open House in January 2015.

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Dallas Athent is an art reviewer for At Large Magazine, a board member of Nomadic Press and the editor of the short story collection, Bushwick Nightz. Her writing has appeared in Buzzfeed Community, PACKET Bi-Weekly, PANK Magazine, VIDA Reports from the Field, BUST Magazine, Yes Poetry & more.  She has been an editor for Bushwick Daily and Luna Luna Magazine. Her work has been profiled in Bedford + Bowery of New York Magazine, Brooklyn Based, Brooklyn Magazine, Papermag among others. 

Maria Pavlovska was born in Skopje, Macedonia (Former Yugoslavia) in 1975. BA and MA she receved at the Faculty of Fine Art in Skopje, Macedonia. Her work has been featured around the globe in over 28 solo shows and more than 100 group international exhibitions including Art Basel Miami, The Kunsthalle-Vienna and Kunsthalle-Krems (Austria), Gallery Lang (Vienna), Cite Internationale des Arts, The Dock (Paris), Museum of Contemporary Art, The National Gallery, Museum of the City - Skopje (Macedonia), City House in Nurnberg (Germany), Station Gallery, Gallery MC, The Open Space Gallery, Citibank (New York), FLA Gallery (Connecticut), Viota Gallery (San Juan - Puerto Rico), Prima Center (Berlin), MANA Contemporary and Drawing Rooms (New Jersey). Her work is held in private and public collections worldwide, including embassies, museums, galleries and libraries.

In Art, Interviews, Poetry & Prose Tags ART, THEIA MANIA, Dallas Athent, MARIA PAVLOVSKA
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Frida Kahlo

Frida Kahlo

Mi Nombre Es Dimas: Poetry by Gerardo Pacheco Matus

July 13, 2017

Gerardo Pacheco Matus, a Mayan Native, is the recipient of the distinguished Joseph Henry Jackson Award and fellowships from CantoMundo, The Frost Place, Bread Loaf Writers' Conference and The Katharine Bakeless Nason Endowment. Pacheco’s poems and essays have appeared and are forthcoming from La Bloga, Spillway, Grantmakers in the Arts, Apricity Press, Amistad, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Cipactli, Poets Responding to SB 1070, The Packinghouse Review, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, West Branch Wired, and The Cortland Review.

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Review of Siân S. Rathore’s 'Wild Heather'

July 10, 2017

In Wild Heather, we go inside the head of Rathore as lover, as friend, as non-binary human, kin, and yet none of the above, however everything plus more. We are brought into the fold, we watch the cuckold, and we thank the universe for heavy moments for without them, the muse would not be able to animate Rathore, to allow the spindling of poetic births and mutations of witchy proportions. A classic conjuring of Sexton or Tzara’s stream of consciousness writing. All the greats have done it, Rathore no different, following suit and instinct alike. 

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Poetry, Chapbook, Review, Siân S. Rathore, Jacklyn Janeksela
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Eugene Richards

Eugene Richards

My Eight Days in a Mental Hospital

July 10, 2017

I passed the doors of patients who were on bed rest, their bodies weak from lithium side effects and felt immediately lucky to be on such a mild dose of my anti-psychotic medication. The hospital psychiatrist seemed to only prescribe two medications: Seroquel for the depressed, and lithium for those with bi-polar disorder.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Memoir, James McManus, Non Fiction, Mental Health
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Annie Spratt

Annie Spratt

Poetry by Courtney Leigh Jameson

July 6, 2017

Courtney Leigh Jameson is The Bowhunter of White Stag Publishing LLC & a QC Analyst (proofreader) at CVS/caremark. Her poems & prose have appeared in several journals, including Sierra Nevada Review, Naughty Ghost, FLARE: Flaglar Review, The Doctor T.J. EckelburgReview, MadHat Lit, Crack The Spine, Slipstream Press, Cowboy Poetry Press, GoneLawn, Danse Macabre, Similar:Peaks::, & Clockwise Cat. She just completed her chapbook Milton[ic] Partisan & her first full length book of poetry ghosts in the sky. She currently resides in Phoenix, Arizona.

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Alison Scarpulla

Alison Scarpulla

Pospongan Mi Muerte, Por Favor: Poetry by Nancy Mercado

June 30, 2017

Nancy Mercado is the author of It Concerns the Madness (Long Shot Productions, 2000). Her work has also appeared in numerous anthologies and collections, including Looking In Looking Out Anthology of Latino Poetry (Arte Publico Press, 2013), Me No Habla with Acento: Contemporary Latino Poetry (Rebel Satori Press, 2011), and Poetry After 9/11: An Anthology of New York Poets (Tenth Anniversary Edition; Melville House, 2011). Mercado is currently an editor for Eco-poetry.org and an associate professor in English literature at Boricua College in New York City. More at www.nancy-mercado.com

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Nancy Mercado, Spanish, Poetry
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Cesar Lopez Rivadeneira

Cesar Lopez Rivadeneira

Poetry by Heather Myers

June 29, 2017

Heather Myers is from Altoona, Pennsylvania, where she received a BA in English at Penn State Altoona. She is currently pursuing an MFA at West Virginia University where she was the 2016 Hungry Poets Winner. Her work has recently appeared in Up the Staircase Quarterly. You can find her on twitter @isitthesea.

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Karen Jerzyk

Karen Jerzyk

Poetry By Jackie Sherbow

June 28, 2017

The panhandler is still there
as the summer pulls to an end
and the teenaged exorcists
sleep in, in, in.
I'mnot a believer, but I can write
about the devil.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Poet, Poetry, Jackie Sherbow
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Kat Livengood Photography

Kat Livengood Photography

My Body Dysmorphia

June 23, 2017

Eventually, I would look at my stomach for another reason. Not to contemplate its size because of my BDD (or Body Dysmorphic Disorder, as a plain-faced therapist would later tell me) but because of something more important. A child, or a baby, or a mass of cells. Something that didn’t make it into the safe spot of life. We spent hardly any time together before the clotting started. Then just as fast as it came, it was gone. In disbelief, I watched the toilet water stained and swirling unsure of what to do with my shame. Eight weeks and I was just another body again. My hand must have hovered over the lever on the toilet for minutes before I could convince myself to let go.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Fiction, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, BDD, Lupus, Non Fiction
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Caleb George

Caleb George

Poetry by Terri Muuss

June 22, 2017

Terri Muuss’ poetry has appeared in dozens of journals and anthologies and been nominated twice for a Pushcart. She is the author of Over Exposed (2013) and the one-woman show Anatomy of a Doll, named “Best Theatre: Critics’ Pick of the Week” by the New York Daily News and performed throughout the US and Canada since 1998. Muuss also co-edited Grabbing the Apple (2016), an anthology of New York women poets. As a director, actor, author and licensed social worker, Muuss specializes in the use of the arts as a healing mechanism for trauma survivors. Muuss frequently speaks, performs and runs workshops at colleges and conferences around the country. www.terrimuuss.com

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'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
Catherine Graham
Catherine Graham
'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
Catherine Graham
Catherine Graham
Catherine Graham
Catherine Graham
'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
Madeline Blair
Madeline Blair
'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
Madeline Blair
Madeline Blair
Madeline Blair
Madeline Blair
'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
Adam Jon Miller
Adam Jon Miller
'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
Adam Jon Miller
Adam Jon Miller
Adam Jon Miller
Adam Jon Miller
'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
Jennifer Molnar
Jennifer Molnar
'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
Jennifer Molnar
Jennifer Molnar
Jennifer Molnar
Jennifer Molnar
'I prayed to be released from my longing' — poetry by Michelle Reale
Michelle Reale
Michelle Reale
'I prayed to be released from my longing' — poetry by Michelle Reale
Michelle Reale
Michelle Reale
Michelle Reale
Michelle Reale
'Resurrection dance, a prelude' — poetry by V.C. Myers
V.C. Myers
V.C. Myers
'Resurrection dance, a prelude' — poetry by V.C. Myers
V.C. Myers
V.C. Myers
V.C. Myers
V.C. Myers
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