"I imagined it spinning into the face of Richard Nixon or a man wearing the face of Richard Nixon and he had an identity crisis."

On the fourth day she felt great, got enough sleep, concentrated, multitasked, made lists of things she wanted to do. Downloaded two dating apps.

"It was my sentence for putting a frog in my sister’s doll crib."

Frederic Levesque brings us all home in the final piece of his fantastic three-poem set.

Atlanta poet Frederic Levesque continues to hit us in the mouth with the second of a three-poem set.

I was drunk and in love with you watching the secret service Shoot birds out of the garden thinking how if it even ever ends there will be a future ar...

Author Maxwell beats his way through slow loss with a hammer and a cigarette.

New poetry from George Washington professor Frederick Pollack.

New poetry from The George Washington University professor Frederick Pollack.

Wherein Atlanta poet Theresa Davis learns the horrible answer to the question: "Just how many bullets does it take to kill a black body?"