POETRY

29 08, 2018

ALLYSON YOUNG | POETRY

2018-08-31T11:01:01+00:00

“According to National Geographic, scientists have now developed the technology by which to grow tiny human hearts on spinach leaves.”

ALLYSON YOUNG | POETRY2018-08-31T11:01:01+00:00
30 07, 2018

NATALIE E. ILLUM | POETRY

2018-07-30T23:37:35+00:00

“if her allergens would keep to themselves./God forbid you have to be mindful/of dairy or cross contamination./...God forbid you ever worry/about the size and symbols/of a bathroom stall.”

NATALIE E. ILLUM | POETRY2018-07-30T23:37:35+00:00
30 07, 2018

MAITREYI RAY | POETRY

2018-07-31T11:31:07+00:00

“Slender girl with thick black plaits hides her teeth/from me when she smiles. her friendship is bravery./my body is violence.”

MAITREYI RAY | POETRY2018-07-31T11:31:07+00:00
30 07, 2018

KAREN AN-HWEI LEE | POETRY

2018-07-30T23:35:12+00:00

“4. “Drink a daily glass of kombucha instead of sweet tea, blue algae, or cola.”/5. “Is kombucha similar to zero-calorie water or rambutan agua fresca?”/6. “You look so young. Do you drink a lot of kombucha or is it the melanin?”’

KAREN AN-HWEI LEE | POETRY2018-07-30T23:35:12+00:00
30 07, 2018

COLETTE ARRAND | POETRY

2018-07-31T11:38:33+00:00

“When cis men say they worry/about dying in the floodwaters of a former/sheet of ice, I think it must be nice, the privilege/that allows a cis man to worry about drowning…”

COLETTE ARRAND | POETRY2018-07-31T11:38:33+00:00
30 06, 2018

TEO MUNGARAY | POETRY

2018-06-30T14:20:22+00:00

“funny how death isn’t much on the mind isn’t much a real thing isn’t much a/ concern until your body is a galactic crucible is a pillar of creation for the death-makers”

TEO MUNGARAY | POETRY2018-06-30T14:20:22+00:00
30 06, 2018

SAGIRAH SHAHID | POETRY

2018-06-30T14:25:05+00:00

“Yesterday, I spent hours stroking the glean off my phone/until it erased every dead thing, until the dead were entwined/into its body.”

SAGIRAH SHAHID | POETRY2018-06-30T14:25:05+00:00
5 06, 2018

ALEXANDRA MARTINEZ | POETRY

2018-06-05T13:15:22+00:00

Citrus is my only home To bite into an orange is not the same as to cut into an orange is not the same as to pick the orange Ask my father, he knows [...]

ALEXANDRA MARTINEZ | POETRY2018-06-05T13:15:22+00:00
30 05, 2018

BRANDON MELENDEZ | POETRY

2018-06-30T16:39:59+00:00

“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”

BRANDON MELENDEZ | POETRY2018-06-30T16:39:59+00:00
30 05, 2018

KIMBERLY REYES | POETRY

2018-06-01T15:41:43+00:00

“He grabs and grabs your hand and you keep going, daring and bargaining and begging for grace, trapped in all the muck and fluidity of the in between space.”

KIMBERLY REYES | POETRY2018-06-01T15:41:43+00:00
26 04, 2018

ALI RACHEL PEARL | POETRY

2018-04-30T17:32:10+00:00

“No. I drank the oldest lake because it was either drink that or the drink the oldest sea and I’d already drank the oldest sea a few months ago…"

ALI RACHEL PEARL | POETRY2018-04-30T17:32:10+00:00
27 02, 2018

jayy dodd | Poetry

2018-02-28T17:34:42+00:00

maybe it is time for me to write poems for You. The Somebody Else. / i need to find a way to eat what comes out of me. The Wonder

jayy dodd | Poetry2018-02-28T17:34:42+00:00
16 01, 2018

Katy Chrisler | Two Poems

2018-01-22T11:53:18+00:00

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] THEM TOO I cannot take what isn’t a gift. Socket, Stiff dance, misdeed, a half intelligible embrace. Mistakenly, see what we have made. The wind Piles into sonorous, explicit columns. Just as we were [...]

Katy Chrisler | Two Poems2018-01-22T11:53:18+00:00
16 01, 2018

Ana Hurtado | Two Poems

2018-01-22T11:55:29+00:00

His mother kept two cockatoos in her bedroom. They sometimes shat on her bed, nightstand, on framed pictures of Angelito’s grandfather.

Ana Hurtado | Two Poems2018-01-22T11:55:29+00:00
29 11, 2017

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Two Poems

2017-12-04T09:34:33+00:00

But of course I cannot be every / body for you, you cannot be every / body for me; souls are slippery like minnows, they have no fleshy handles, there is nothing to hold to pull your soul deeper inside

Jason Phoebe Rusch | Two Poems2017-12-04T09:34:33+00:00