morning thought better do some meaningful shit today
or I’m gonna die a fucking bummer this camera only took
black pictures of the world on our way through the woods
what’s really so dark in my pocket in my hand under my
lungs all the trees are skeletons the gravestones drink light
in the graveyard the blonde girl sips Robitussin by the pool
the fuck if I know what’s boiling me alive I just know how
things feel or better yet how they don’t always covetous
of water for so many reasons although the only one that
matters is oblivion and everything eventually is Dean Young’s
heart failed and replaced by a lesser form we exit onto a
narrow road and the blonde girl doesn’t believe me but the cops
are coming for us although I don’t mean the cops I mean
something more uniform
Jon-Michael Frank has work published in Anti-, Banango Lit, Inter/rupture, and Sixth Finch, among others. A chapbook of poems is forthcoming from Birds LLC, and another chapbook, of comics, is being released by El Aleph Press in 2014. Jon-Michael is also an assistant editor for BIRDS, LLC and helps run a reading series in Austin, TX called Fun Party.
Kelly Nelson
My Uncle at Nineteen
His Mother Writes
  the Warden, 1955
Jon-Michael Frank
Funny How Time Slips Away
Not Fade Away
Jacqueline Jules
Obsolete Angers
J. Bradley
Yelp Review:
  Planned Parenthood
of Greater Orlando
Yelp Review:
  The Milk Bar
Amy Schriebman Walter
Hope in a Yellow Dress
Miho Kinnas
Earlobes
Mark Povinelli
Notes I
Notes II
Kenneth Nichols
The Best Writers
 Bombed the SAT
John Patsynski
The Money Weapon
Aileen Bassis
Pellucid Musing
Travis Macdonald
When the Map's Crease
Becomes an Axis
  and Detaches
Kris Hall
Pyromanian I
Pyromanian II
Claire Scott
Harbor Lights
Elizabeth Kate Switaj
Poseidon's Canto