poetry

September 28, 2016

Stitch in Time
is tired of saving Nine,
weary of forever
stepping up, peachy, alert

September 14, 2016

Your worried face wonders if you can do this. How does
a vine think? What does it feel?

August 31, 2016

He walks across roads
Where no one else walks
With a tiny wooden coffin
Tucked under his arm

August 26, 2016

The Sleep of Reason: New Poems from our Contributors

August 17, 2016

Sylvie Durbec reads from the original French version of her poem "Yes or Know?" from Issue 08 of The Common.

July 29, 2016

You must be hungry, my brother says. I have aged

without him.

August 2, 2016

Pin prick of pink in the solution to ensure you struck a vein,
before you push the plunger in. Brief burn then spreading

numbness, a lingering... let’s name it exhaustion.

July 11, 2016

Useless. The good word cannot make

morning beget another take

on mourning.

June 22, 2016

The pollen could be mere coincidence—
traces left by a prehistoric rat
that ate flowers near the grave—

August 8, 2016

you imagine them. Under the imported palms

shading the car port. A dark rumor

spread across your lawn. Inside, you turn

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