As an undergraduate at NYU, Daniel Lefferts found mythical beings: students at the Stern School of Business. They eschewed the de rigueur American Apparel hoodies and skinny jeans in favor of Patagonia vests, khakis.

Memoirist, editor extraordinaire, and dedicated literary citizen, it’s hard to miss Lilly Dancyger either out in the world or across the internet’s literary platforms

After death the heart sometimes keeps beating / a little. Or after it’s removed / from the body.

Who you are, what made me assent—all I know’s I was hopeful and bored / reposing in the Delta Sky Club

My mother wrote a poem on her deathbed / after five bleak months of leukemia. / Something in Arabic to the effect of, Why me?

I’ve never worked at a fish processing plant, but I’ve met a few people who have.

“Define Situationship” should really / be a Jeopardy! question

When the water recedes, a flock of / small stones appears along the shore

Meanwhile, my sister and I / rate our father’s revenge stories by punchline.

My Jewish wife and I / went into the Old City / through Damascus Gate / to eat sweet orange squares of knafeh.

Well, a lot happens in our lives every day. We experience so many things and most of what we experience—most of what we see and feel and smell and touch and taste—we forget. Because there's just too much information to take in. But the things that lodge in our minds and that come back to us as memories or that we hold on to, I think there's a reason. And that's because it's a poem waiting to happen.

Some call this cloud work, some call / this clever crows riding the updrafts.

Carolyn Hembree’s For Today is a triumph of Mississippi Delta poetry.

I thought I was undesirable. Unlovable, sounding / Just like a Bachelor lead, with way less privilege, not / Kissing generically gorgeous ladies in Forever 21 gowns.

Foxes keep showing up. Their voice contains a baby crying at night.

Isabella Rosselini said she loved her father’s big belly / because it reminded her of how he used to sit in bed / all day writing

Her body and mine are the same shape. By reason, this means mine can be touched. I still can’t stomach it.

It’s not the first time / someone did wrong, and you / smelled your blame

For months, small gold crowns have fallen from the sky.

I was shimmying on stage, apoplectic in the harsh blue neons, when I remembered I have loved you my whole life.

Lisa Teasley’s first three books, Glow in the Dark, Dive, and Heat Signature came out in 2002, 2004, and 2006 respectively.

You’ll say it was because your parents didn’t understand you—that’s why you left—but really it’s because they understood you too well…

It turns out some people will risk anything for a haircut. They will meet under a bridge, they will text unknown numbers, they will venture out into a pandemic. It turns out that I may have a strange relationship, obsession—whatever you want to call it—with hair, but so does almost everyone else.

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