In Love with Blue Blue is my favorite color. My car is blue—bright highlighter blue, easy to find in a parking lot. My front door is blue—a...

I have watched you swing from light to shadow, and back again. / Your chariot was made of black moonstone.

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...

puddling late summer sunbeams fall through forest leaves wet with recent rain my path beside the creek slippery with puddles mud and round wet stones without warning a cloud...

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...

Abortion Sonnet When I have fears that I may cease to be before my pen can punctuate the brains of all those smug-ass pricks who only see the...

All 281 Days It has been exactly 281 dayssince I last wrote of yesteryears,of DEFCON Level 5 fuckery,of pain, of harm, of shadows;with the knowing...

Brood Covid We have been underground For what feels like forever Sucking on our cell phones As if they were tree roots. Now the time has come To put aside...

The Yellow Door By ramrod fleet, by coonskin cap,walking contraband visits the shops,in this one and out that one,purchases wrapped under arm or carriedin tiny...