Editor's Note: These poems appear in Breaking the Blank, available from Day Eight: https://bit.ly/3VbR9vL. Seduction Seduction… Drag my finger downtheir spine thenbreathe them in. The more pages the...

Aleinu Dear Allen Ginsberg, no angelheaded hipster am I,nor have I ever seen those staggering Mohammedan angels–not in my deepest swirling dreams.Some life force always...

Monk of the Written WordFor Will Mayo (1960-2022) Will said he hated the Holy Rollersof his small-town, backwoods youth.After death, he wrote, many late nights,was...

HICKORY TUSSOCK MOTH CATERPILLAR lophocampa caryae We are replete with caterpillars this year, mostly of the woolly bear variety, but today I saw one covered in thick white hairs...

You Choose Say you studied hard to understand the body,so hard that its ailments were no longer a mystery.Say you kept cures in jars behind...

Patty As all eyes close against younothing that really matters could yield to the wisdomwith which you suffer like an amorphous shadereaching over the desperate...

new chairs i didn't expect whitebut i knew black was outmaybe natural wood anything to replacethe worn out and breakingcane-bottomed kitchen chairs chairs that had lastedfar beyond...

Editor's Note: We present three poems from the upcoming book, I'd Rather Be Called a Nerd, by Dominic "Nerd" McDonald, winner of Day Eight's...

Afterward, in Waves I’m no longer afraid of not doingthe right thing. I leave clothes on the drying rackfor days. Reading, I eat chocolate,smear the page. It’s not...

Nighttime on the cusp of madness Nighttime ghosts cackle,eyes shut, painful gut,in a rut of another sleepless hour,no power to shutoff thoughts, delaysolutions, resolutions, absolutions,passing...