Brittany Lee Frederick

Saturday mornings were for Marshalls. For holding tightly to Dad’s hand, and watching the Black women drag children who looked like me – all fuzzy edges and plastic barrettes and knotted curls.

Brittany Lee Frederick2019-10-01T20:42:18-04:00

Saddiq Dzukogi

On the day of her only birthday, she dips / a finger in the cake before she slips / it into my mouth.

Saddiq Dzukogi2019-10-01T20:45:01-04:00

Elena Gonzales Melinger

Faucet spewing fear that runs constantly in the Back of your mind in Adulthood. You aren’t blind With rage at first. First you are blind with fear.

Elena Gonzales Melinger2019-09-30T00:14:38-04:00

Emily Pérez

Fear that I will muddle my manners. Fear that I will matter little. Fear that I will dither like a biddie, bobble like a budgie.

Emily Pérez2019-10-02T18:55:14-04:00

Kyle Marbut

Lost Tooth / dear Cut Hair / dear Wonder / dear Rain / dear Still Puddle / dear Mirror / dear Empty Hands / dear Body—

Kyle Marbut2019-10-02T00:01:41-04:00

Thanh Bui

he doesn’t eat fish anyway, so it’s okay but i still have to stare at the eyeballs

Thanh Bui2019-10-08T08:06:48-04:00

A.R. Zarif

something that took so long to put to bed / & now a quieting / like the invention of streetlights

A.R. Zarif2019-10-04T02:26:48-04:00

Jody Chan

close the door that lets infection in to heal on its own / time immune system rehearsing its answer to / affliction

Jody Chan2019-09-29T19:33:43-04:00

Sara Munjack

spilling their brown limbs all over / as if to say thank you as if / to say thank you white man / you are justice you are godly

Sara Munjack2019-09-29T19:33:53-04:00

Jourdan Keith

You remember the kiss hip moan you got but did not get, the wet strands between your tips your thrusting fingers their tender lips

Jourdan Keith2019-09-29T19:33:58-04:00

Jordan Pérez

There is the most powerful species named johnnycashi, and his hooks there to restrain our fangs during sex.

Jordan Pérez2019-09-29T19:34:06-04:00

Mick Powell

before the nightclub, you stand staring at yourself in the mirror drenched in dream-smoke, a fishbowl of lavender. you trace the length of your collarbone.

Mick Powell2019-09-29T19:34:13-04:00

Dāshaun Washington

I’ve always been magic – sprinkling fairy dust and bewitching rings of Saturn to orbit my equator with the switch of my hips.

Dāshaun Washington2019-09-29T19:34:17-04:00

Selina Boan

if you are hurting / if you are uncertain / know that this body can hold itself to itself and undo at the same time / it is your nohkom saying kisâkihitin with her hands / stitching beads to a leather purse you will one day hold /

Selina Boan2019-09-29T19:35:16-04:00

Nia KB

I hate to love this city. Where the stop sign on Berry has “6” painted under “Stop” so you know what hood it is.

Nia KB2019-09-29T19:34:31-04:00

Jill Khoury

*Source text for this erasure: Jose, Randall T., Ed. Understanding Low Vision. American Foundation for the Blind, 1983, p. 52-3.

Jill Khoury2019-09-29T19:34:36-04:00

Jeff Pearson

If God came to me, my face would / burn, if God touched me, he would / crucify holes out of handshakes.

Jeff Pearson2019-09-29T19:34:40-04:00

Eloise Grills

Come lie down beside me and touch my warm belly my little darlin’ / Scratch me like you mean it you cowardly dog / Just kidding I am the dog in this scenario

Eloise Grills2019-09-29T19:34:45-04:00

Carlina Duan

I will flip a pillow, say TODAY IS GOOD then roll / over in my bed like an overcooked beet.

Carlina Duan2019-09-29T19:34:49-04:00

Marlin M. Jenkins

When this Pokémon sings, it never pauses to breathe. If it is in a battle against an opponent that does not easily fall asleep, Jigglypuff cannot breathe, endangering its life.

Marlin M. Jenkins2019-09-29T19:35:21-04:00

Tim Carrier

Here I am in loss, as losing; active loss. It’s a singing bird, small yellow-green, who thru special powers of love breathes without taking breath.

Tim Carrier2019-09-29T19:35:28-04:00

antmen pimentel mendoza

from the she’s all that moment we didn’t have bc we were too busy jacking off to jake gyllenhaal getting bashed

antmen pimentel mendoza2019-09-29T19:35:38-04:00

RBrown

i am so sad i bought glitter eye shadow                                  

RBrown2019-09-29T19:35:44-04:00

John Mark Brown

Our mother insists Jesus’ mother spanked him / when he misbehaved, and sinless he sobbed

John Mark Brown2019-09-29T19:36:26-04:00

Aidan Aragon

in this poem Jesus laughs because he is very ticklish / in this poem he tells Gabriel / Quit it

Aidan Aragon2019-09-29T19:35:49-04:00

Kaja Rae Lucas

Perhaps when I drive off I will see a sky / with fullmoon-eyes, & I’ll know there is a God / & he been looking me up & down from all angles

Kaja Rae Lucas2019-09-29T19:36:02-04:00

Laura Buccieri

sometimes I’m a disaster without knowing sometimes I’m looking at you my happiness completely in your hands love is pressure but it is also a few good consecutive calm moments

Laura Buccieri2019-09-29T19:36:11-04:00

Elizabeth Onusko

It’s the way you sit across from me / at the kitchen table / your hands enclosing a teacup

Elizabeth Onusko2019-09-29T19:54:21-04:00

Ron Riekki

The call keeps dropping for the Arctic photographer on NPR, his voice fine and crisp and then suddenly drowned in a closet, choked by the devil

Ron Riekki2019-09-29T19:54:25-04:00

Sherese Francis

if the ape x stone cap is missing from the pyramid base it was strapped to a ship and shipped to the new world

Sherese Francis2019-09-29T19:54:28-04:00

Jazz De Nero

The relationship was a sign that read Accident Free for __ days, that reset every morning to zero.

Jazz De Nero2019-09-29T19:54:31-04:00

Stephanie Chang

You pig-heart and I skin tapering off a drum face. You conjugate, animal-throated magician’s girl

Stephanie Chang2019-09-29T19:54:37-04:00

RebeccaLynn

but, when i was 19 i became more of a spill sometimes, i miss a mouth entirely.

RebeccaLynn2019-09-29T19:54:41-04:00

Marney Rathbun

His back in its sweater beads into sweat / but he likes the sweater — it reminds him / of his grandmother

Marney Rathbun2019-09-29T19:49:40-04:00

m/ryan murphy

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m/ryan murphy2019-09-29T19:49:27-04:00

Elana Lev Friedland

I find the boys break their legs chokehold them down / in the night keep them up I’m screaming YES YES YES.

Elana Lev Friedland2019-09-29T19:54:50-04:00

Zoe Tuck

into the B plot as into a hot tub, slip into my alternate time stream admit your acolytes

Zoe Tuck2019-09-29T19:54:53-04:00

Aya Satoh

For example, my brother can’t write our last name in kanji but our obachan made me practice it for 20 minutes straight until it was beautiful enough to be written by an actual 日本人。.

Aya Satoh2019-09-29T19:49:17-04:00

Khalypso

the last time i loved, the words died in my belly. the sparks quit next, & then the boy.

Khalypso2019-09-29T19:49:14-04:00

Audra Puchalski

The light says, I love these leaves. / The light says, you’ve been swindled. / The light says, let me dry off these rocks.

Audra Puchalski2019-09-29T19:49:09-04:00

H. Melt

on trans street / there are bungalows / courtyard buildings / & rent control

H. Melt2019-09-29T19:49:06-04:00

Dimitri Reyes

next door and the tienda on the corner, who spoke / very little English, who didn’t mention his wife

Dimitri Reyes2019-09-29T19:49:03-04:00

Dorothy Chan

I-coordinate-blue-and-pink-outfits-with, why don’t we / just nix the whole wedding idea, disappoint our parents, / and just go somewhere and eat wedding cakes?

Dorothy Chan2019-09-29T19:49:00-04:00

Phuong T. Vuong

I am in the mood to mourn / against the storm outside / I tear up under covers / turn on a warm light / Darling / I want your fingers

Phuong T. Vuong2019-09-29T19:48:57-04:00

JR Mahung

here is the story whereby / the black boy is carried unto a river / named by his people for a road into the sun

JR Mahung2019-09-29T19:48:49-04:00

Kay Ulanday Barrett

On the weekends during lunch, / a cigarette balanced on a grin, / BBQ marinade of RC cola, B96 blaring bass, / Tito Bong made the meat.

Kay Ulanday Barrett2019-09-29T19:48:46-04:00

Amalie Kwassman

still telling the same story in the hospital / about how grandma was choking and choking on that pill / but she got it down with just a little bit of applesauce

Amalie Kwassman2019-09-29T19:48:42-04:00

Nicholas Goodly

call them low art I send bangers only / my nudes are a Rothko Yellowbone no. 2 I am / pictured in pleasure a joy almost aggressive

Nicholas Goodly2019-09-29T19:46:46-04:00

Olatunde Osinaike

Decades from now my first father-daughter dance unrehearsed & / wouldn’t you know it I’m already there though my legs are still catching

Olatunde Osinaike2019-09-29T19:46:43-04:00

Ijeoma Umebinyuo

The birds chirp, the sun follows, this is how the morning arrives / And my cousin Chinelo knocks on my door, waiting for breakfast

Ijeoma Umebinyuo2019-09-29T19:46:40-04:00

jess Rizkallah

i wish i could go into ambiguous romantic interactions with a sign around my neck that says I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER

jess Rizkallah2019-09-29T19:46:37-04:00

Jason Harris

three years ago nine black disciples were slain in bible song & since, no signs of goodness have breached the headlines

Jason Harris2019-09-29T19:46:32-04:00

Fargo Tbakhi

and i think i’d like a boy to build a country in. i’d like a boy with land

Fargo Tbakhi2019-09-29T19:46:27-04:00

Brighde Moffat

Fat drops of rain. White spores on a shrinking fist. An infection borne down into the cells.

Brighde Moffat2019-09-29T19:46:17-04:00

Vriddhi Vinay

I grabbed his hand and twisted its spokes through my thicket / and said I would peel his face back the way he peeled

Vriddhi Vinay2019-09-29T19:46:00-04:00

George Abraham

i want to write about the blueberries i picked from the throat of a New England fall afternoon; how my hands plucked each branch like a familiar melody.

George Abraham2019-09-29T19:45:57-04:00

Chibųìhè Obi

made out of thin copper wires originally from a moon planet averse to gravity aware of the pool of rainwater wet stones

Chibųìhè Obi2019-09-29T19:45:54-04:00

Eli Tareq Lynch

into her, and I’m just trying not to get burnt, trying to keep myself whole. Will you try to shatter me?

Eli Tareq Lynch2019-09-29T19:45:51-04:00

Kwame Opoku-Duku

brother i was in a dream state/ Jesus was there/ & Gil Scott-Heron/ & the only sound/ the whirr of the ceiling fan/ brother/ the night we took

Kwame Opoku-Duku2019-09-29T19:45:34-04:00

Piera Varela

It has been five seasons since Rat King was made into Rat King. It took one season for them to learn to speak in unison

Piera Varela2019-09-29T19:45:29-04:00

Rushi Vyas

We find a note in the house from St. V’s, a summons to a meeting to discuss suspension

Rushi Vyas2019-09-29T19:45:02-04:00

Yolandi Cruz Guerrero

“after church, purse filled with easter eggs & holy water the wife takes the uncle in, it’s just for a few weeks, until he gets back on his feet.”

Yolandi Cruz Guerrero2019-09-29T19:44:56-04:00

Tess Liem

“Your politics refers to an attempt to make/some part of yourself safe.”

Tess Liem2019-09-29T19:44:53-04:00

Robin Richardson

“You mistook his peace for shyness mistook the blue for pools the eyes for danger because all the other eyes of all the other boys hid hostage narratives”

Robin Richardson2019-09-29T19:44:49-04:00

Rita Mookerjee

“I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold/too ballet scrawny to have any curves/too darkskinned to light up a room/too short to tower over my haters”

Rita Mookerjee2019-09-29T19:44:46-04:00

Penelope Romo

“because i had to, because/there is no room in the anglo o rthography /for an accented o, an ó/who is a mother with an umbilical cord/hanging out loose”

Penelope Romo2019-09-29T19:45:21-04:00

Monica Rico

“I will die on Sunday afternoon in Saginaw/following a plate of my mother’s/enchiladas, fried chicken, and rice.”

Monica Rico2019-09-29T19:45:06-04:00

Jameson Fitzpatrick

“I’m never a teenager at all, if it can be arranged. I see the car coming and don’t make the left turn.”

Jameson Fitzpatrick2019-09-29T19:45:10-04:00

Hannah Cohen

“my children will begin to understand sometimes Dads are not your real Dads maybe their real Dad is still wandering no change of clothes no cash no comb”

Hannah Cohen2019-09-29T19:45:15-04:00

Catch Business

“i can imagine you imagining me doing that with you like i was imagining in that moment / you never really know what the other person is thinking but i thought if we were off the clock i would try to find a way to kiss you”

Catch Business2019-09-29T19:44:32-04:00

Alison Kronstadt

“& what should I have grown up to be? She tried. Parted our hair to the side. Let two boys throw love at her one stuck she thought it was a miracle.”

Alison Kronstadt2019-09-29T19:44:29-04:00