People Also Ask, by Quinn Franzen
Are peanuts good for you
Is it good to eat peanuts everyday
What is the downside of too much peanuts
Two Poems, by d.S. randoL
She unrolls me on the sheet
in the dim light of the hallway, a bed
sheet prone to pulling and without six legs,
a little lonely. Drips of protest stain the sides of
the mattress, as in
Gerard Butler, by Riley Richards
For my 27th birthday, the only present I want is to fight Gerard Butler, possibly to the death. Romantic music will play in the background, a playlist made special for this occasion, because he must be the reason I am unlucky in love. He will be confused the whole time.
Wisconsin Sexy, by Carrie Conners
You should see the underwear I’ve got on. They’re so
beige, and ankle length with a waffle pattern.
That’s right, baby, long johns.
Does that make you hot? Yeah? Then please
let me press up against you.
It’s -20˚ before wind chill,
I haven’t felt my toes since Tuesday.
Oral Argument, by David DeGusta
An erasure poem of the transcript of the Supreme Court hearing in Free Speech Coalition v. Ken Paxton, January 15, 2025
Take Care of the Old Man, by Kahlo Smith
Before the vet’s house call
My tears perfumed your fur—
My wet dog remembering the river run
Your legs are too weak for today.
Pheromone Party, by Michael Montlack
Leave it to the gay guys
who, like John Waters,
have a knack for making
even the trashy playful.
When I said yes to men, and I did, in the way of pulling loose the fog, by Reece Gritzmacher
When I said yes to men, and I did, in the way of pulling loose the fog,
Two Poems, by Jonathan Aibel
Disheveled, rangy, I could climb
the apple tree that bloomed obsessively
when days warmed and as summer cooled
dropped small bug-eaten fruit
Cumin Cake – a Sonnet, by Megan Cartwright
Unholy union of convection and
convenience: Microwave Cookery.
A love letter to the 1980s.
‘Sour Cream Cherry Cake’, page 43,
[cockroach oil] by Elaine Chung
it was part of your life for so long, you never realized it was supposed to be disgusting
it was never disgusting to you. it is not disgusting now.
Cheddar Moon, by Aleyna Rentz
My first crush killed a man in Ohio. His name was Taylor;
the crush, not the man, whose name I do not know.
1992, by Josh Lefkowitz
That was the year
I dressed up as confident
I loved my best friend
but candy more
Three Poems, by Jeannine Hall Gailey
It will happen on a sunny day when other thingsare happening that are more important
Two Poems, by Christina Beasley
It was the day of the dead. We pitchedour discreet rows of canvas mausoleums;