Poems by Cindy Juyoung Ok
River It’s not true that sand is uncountable. Everything is when you have enough time, vats. The woods, inevitably, are satire to the...
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Poems by Melanie Merle
In the Coal Dark On the edge of town, brick tenements rise impoverished monoliths at the end of the world Grackles gather concrete stoops...
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Poems by Rose Strode
Two Days Before My Mother’s Diagnosis She’d just come in, sniffling from the cold, to call. She told me how she’d shoveled snow, two feet...
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Poems by Adrian Quintanar
Aubade Before the sun blushes they pack pick-ups, snail the road. Earthworms jerk loose leftover moon from mud under walnut hulls. In...
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Vampire Squid
by Charity Anastasio The vampire squid— who looks like an octopus with a luscious red skirt— will curl her lower body up around her whole...
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White Dress
by Anna Chu I scrutinized over the lines on my palm. Kids my age spoke of a tale where an M on your palm meant you will marry in your...
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Asian Romance Guide to Marriage by Correspondence
by Dani Putney July 8, 1989 Dear Jasmin, Greetings from the Golden State of California your photo and brief description compelled me to...
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Poems by Dot Devota
F R O M A M E A D O W A S Y L U M T H I R T Y L A R K S R E I G N I L L To those who say NO to dark nests burdening the branch breaking...
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Fingerprints on the Window
by Mateo Lara we carry the strands of our DNA on this thin glass. Hand to Hand. And you touch it. I touch it. we cross our hands together...
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Portrait of the Gray Room
by Tacey M. Atsitty To 鄭福成 I write about a vase, recycled glass: every grave life brought to display its slender stalks, puffy winter...
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An Ocean
by Robin Gow I’m burying my voice in a collapsing star because that’s how I want to talk right now. I open my mouth and I feel the roof...
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Poems by Hailey Spencer
Towns That Trigger There are places where it’s not safe to walk After dark When you’ve had too much or not enough to drink In the...
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On Epistemic Companions
by Kim Roger Abi Zeid Daou Full of Dream by Kim Roger Abi Zeid Daou Kim Roger Abi Zeid Daou is a storyteller, poet, and PhD student at...
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When You Look
by Tufik Shayeb you touch the screen with a trembling hand, secretly hoping you could scratch away the words like the black letters of an...
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Here
by Sara Dovre Wudali Photo by Mahadev Dovre Wudali Sara Dovre Wudali is a writer and editor from Saint Paul. Her work has been published...
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Jessica Lanay
A Poem About Loneliness
This is a poem about loneliness,
it is a self-conscious poem,
a stomping through space poem,
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Valerie Wetlaufer
Issue Two: May 23, 2019 I had to block out the light Cover the windows hide reflections light bouncing off snow blue...
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Juan Morales
HOW THE CORPSES SPEAK ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE
In the foreground, we happened before,
off-camera, and after newscasters ran out of air.
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Chip Livingston
Los Santos de la República
There have been so many gods I’ve loved
My sex is devoted and dedicated to Eros
Excessive examinations religious
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Dacia Holliday
When You Come Back as Queen of the Night
teeth will dance in a velvet mouth,
an old crow will cauterize peridot
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Michael Wasson
SELF–PORTRAIT WITH TORN SHEETS
of music: left to smolder the broken bed
while the body is abandoned
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Lisa L. Moore
A CHURCH IN BRONZEVILLE
a golden shovel for Gwendolyn Brooks
my cupped hands full of honey, and
you can’t see it there but
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Danielle Cadena Deulen
In Movies, The Apocalypse
is always nigh, drives the ache
in the head of the unsung genius
deeper as he circumnavigates
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Jenny Yang Cropp
About the Author
THE GIRL wonders: If the emotional equivalent of tornadic wind is a particular kind of fury, under what conditions will
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Cortney Lamar Charleston
BALDWIN RIFF
The whole world is burning,
but I’m still not sweating.
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Maggie Helwig
The Burnt Lands
Relict, postglacial. The retreat of the ice
carving across the limestone pavement.
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Sonnet l'Abbé
vext
glinting in the endless, scrolling
river of my feed
a shard of hatred cut me
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Upcoast, or, Unsettled
Souls and signs
in liquid language raven recalls
not the haunting, but its absence
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Archana Sridhar
East Point Lighthouse, PEI
We stand at East Point Lighthouse,
stare at a sign that reads:
“The end of the world as we know it”
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Avery M. Guess
No Peace
In December 1986, Carlos Paz Jr., an 18-year-old high school student, shot his mother, father, and 10-year-old sister to death
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