In Conversation, a literary arts journal, is now accepting general submissions.
In Conversation
2 poems by Jeff Taylor
Struggle Bus Revolution Being in therapy has brought me to the realization that I’m terrible at life. I fumble across a spectrum of struggle buses masking their way through rotary after rotary. I’ll never be the most reliable voice in your wallet but I’ll always be stretching the limits of steel and rubber, I’ll always …
Observer Effect III by Jim Murdoch
Observer Effect III Curiously enough, one cannot read a book; one can only reread it.—Vladimir Nabokov This poem won’t make sense to you the first time you read it so let’s pretend this is the second time and jump straight to the next stanza. The words in a poem never change. They are fixed, immutable, …
a minor writer by Kurt Nimmo
a minor writer if you want to be a famous writer you kill somebody, he said, and then write a fucking opus in prison. he lit a cigarette, blew smoke into the air, and continued. or kidnap the mayor’s daughter. I can see that working, I can see the headlines emblazoned in gold and outlined …
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: The Ballad of Extended Adolescence by Karl Koweski
The Polish Hammer Poetry Corner The Ballad of Extended Adolescence Twenty miles away from where I’m sitting right now writing this column, my twenty-two-year-old son is sitting in a rented house staring at a computer screen of his own. He’s not writing a column or working on a novel that’s only going to fizzle out …
3 poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
I Am Luis I am Luis. I am not an alien. I came from Mexico. I am Cuauhtémoc too. I was born in the 60’s. I speak Spanish. I speak English too. Why am I condemned? You cannot conquest me. I remember the place where I came from, my grandparents, my aunts, my uncles, and …
Resistance by Mimi German
Resistance how much you resist is how much you are alive say the women of rojava there the women ground the moon men fold into the kitchen their mothers protectors of the village where power is neither beholden or given in the commune of my mind i live with them fighting but reality barges in …
Naked Wishes by Westley Heine
Naked Wishes You started as a reflection in the mirror behind the bar. After you sang you came down, sat, and we made eye contact. Gave you mouth to mouth outside where the smokers stand. The cab window a shaky Polaroid with grins and telepathy. Suddenly awake in your walk-up cozy pillow laden lady lair. …
2 poems by Nathan Graziano
That Big D Mentality “I love my dick,” says the young man sitting with his friend at the bar. They’re both good-looking guys who work for the city’s sanitation department; the bearded kid drives the garbage truck, and the kid who loves his dick, fit and tanned, rides the back, collecting the cans. “I just …
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