“God threatens to kick all the Mexicans out of heaven si no paran con las pendejadas.” I never asked my father if he believed in heaven. I assume he must […]
pizza pi press is thrilled to present our pushcart prize nominations for this year, including FOUR poems from the upcoming issue of maps for teeth!!!! (dropping in a few weeks!) […]
Hi friends! We’re a little behind in announcing this since we’ve been hard at work reading your awesome Hella Whales submissions and launching the preorder campaign for Taylor Steele’s amazing […]
Cry on the wine-stained couch, cat claw & tooth torn. Your face salted as a state road after an ice storm. Skin like paper held to light. You stay so […]
In the station, I bought a coffee just to keep my hands warm & placed my head on your shoulder in a different way than I could before we’d slept […]
Marty, an old woman, lived next door with manicured rose bushes & breasts like bags of rice & no visitors ever & one dead son. Once, she called the weed […]
voice like crackling embers / legs that once worked / hair & fat face in old pictures on the staircase / how you are my brother there / years measured […]
My mother likes to garden, but not enough to call herself a gardener. There was this one day in summer—back when I could call New Jersey home—she told me she […]
The Jersey shore house, your grandparents before the bad knees, the kites, the swollen tide. You had those perfect ringlets you eventually grew out of. Your brother had won golf […]
There is something that is true about everyone in this room. No matter who you are or where you come from, You were once a child. Three feet tall and […]
Maps For Teeth 