selected past writing at 42opus


this day to come by CADE COLLUM

the windmill yawns and turns over. the brass chimes

grunt, half in sleep. from the house, someone sings

and i will never forget this sound, the openness of that voice:

the only song—

there is only here and there and gone.

5 May 2010 | poetry



Touch me



I swear,

this time—

we'll explode

like a super


like the last

passenger car

in the train…

15 July 2010 | poetry


To 42opus Editors on August 27, 2005 by TONY EVANS

My nickname at school is Tony the All-Night Pony. When I read a poem that I like I will write it down in one of my black leather journals.

2 December 2005 | nonfiction, cover letter


I'm Warning You by DORENE O'BRIEN

So you get fired for making another offensive comment to a coworker who actually is a fat slob with a bad attitude and fuck that eating disorder and clinical depression bullshit, and fuck your boss, too…

2 December 2004 | fiction, short story, experimental, second person


from The Constraints of Architecture by ADAM CLAY

A longing lives inside the mind: both to be in the past

Where we weren't, but also to be the person

We are in the present living in that unrealized past. The moon

Is a paint bucket on its side. The moon is…

2 June 2004 | poetry

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