I GUESS THIS IS WHAT I’VE SPENT MY LIFE DOING — Lucy Biederman

“My generation” Isn’t something to say anymore For me. For me. A better generation Bloomed out below I hate them They delight older people Older as in my age Who will I delight… Continue reading

A Theory of Game, a Theory of Horror — Josh Woods

I’ve played through this idea for a video game a dozen times at least, maybe close to a thousand, but because each run-through was distinct and only in my head, the number of… Continue reading

The Last Supper — Shaelyn Smith

 [apertif] FATE A virtual tour of the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art housed on the fourth floor of the Brooklyn Museum quickly brings us to its permanent installation: Judy Chicago’s The… Continue reading

2 Poems — Terry Savoie

Her Left Knee, His Cerebral Hemorrhage Now comes an apoplectic bongo beat,       this rumbling, honey- buzzing bee-burning beneath sunken & blued       cheeks, his chest heaving as he gurgles & gargles & gags, Is… Continue reading

Everything Was Quicksand — Rebecca Fishow

The tables were quicksand. The chairs quicksand. The coffee and the coffee pot were quicksand. The car was quicksand. The cat melted into the cat, then the floor. The floor melted into the… Continue reading

Ahab’s Hawser Tows His Purpose Yet — Devon Balwit

Ahab is forever Ahab, man…I am the Fates’ lieutenant; I act under orders…I feel strained, half stranded, as ropes that tow dismasted frigates in a gale; and I may look so But ere… Continue reading

First Lessons in Laundry — Karen J. Weyant

Our washing machine started spewing smoke like an old car engine, so my mother dragged a five-year-old me to Soaps & Suds on South Main, where over a month ago, senile Mrs. Dell,… Continue reading

“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” — Ace Boggess

“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” —Halldor Laxness, The Atom Station Build a bomb on your tongue, then build a universe. Creator, destroyer. Tell me the news is… Continue reading

Making Joshua Stand Still — Lois Marie Harrod

an elegy The sun stood still and the shadow of the horse along the lane and the shadow of the hand along the ledge. The birch that was always swaying stopped its backbone,… Continue reading

Afterlife — Joe Ponepinto

When people come back from the dead they come back from heaven or something like it, not from hell. Except for Dr. Bennett Bentivoglio, who said his certainty about the afterlife that he’d… Continue reading

Featured Artist — Tina Khmelnitskaya

Click Images to Enlarge I am an art historian and jewelry designer based in St. Petersburg. While completing my PhD in Art History at the State University of St. Petersburg, I developed my… Continue reading

Everglades — Susanna Lang

 Jungjin Lee Beneath the cypress, dark sucks out all the air, and * Glimmer of light on water. The photographer’s feet are wet but she will not notice until she has already turned… Continue reading

Teaching Transcendentalism in Jersey City — Don Delo

Everyone should have a perch, a place where he can talk to himself without seeming deranged. My perch is on the eastern slope of Peter’s Valley in northern New Jersey on a cliff… Continue reading

Snowlining — Yuan Changming

At the same height of             Every rocky mountain        Above all seasonal change You are widely cut open        As if to bite a whole patch of             Sky from heaven With rows of rows of… Continue reading

Pennsylvania Deer Hunt — Jake Sheff

Now the mist produces whispers of dusk. Cicadas in acacias hum like lawnmowers. A pair of sparrows coupling has more than two minds. This planet, with a low IQ, is thinking in haiku.… Continue reading

12 pairs of underwear, one bathing suit, no socks — H.V. Cramond

  *** H.V. Cramond is the founding Poetry Editor of Requited Journal and a yoga teacher. Tenure Track, the musical she co-wrote with Cayenne Sullivan, was featured in the Premier Premieres festival of… Continue reading

3 Poems — D.G. Geis

MAD SCIENCE How far we’ve paddled from Ye Olde Tidal Pool! Between the shark liver oil in Preparation H and eau de vie of jellyfish in Prevagen, we soldier on. Life’s stinging tentacles… Continue reading