Natalie E. Illum | Poetry


“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:17:05-04:00

Karen An-Hwei Lee | Poetry


“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 | Poetry2018-12-27T00:42:57-04:00

Colette Arrand | Poetry


“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:19:09-04:00

Teo Mungaray | Poetry


“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 | Poetry2018-11-03T01:27:42-04:00

Brandon Melendez | Poetry


“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 | Poetry2018-11-03T01:36:58-04:00

Kimberly Reyes | Poetry


“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 | Poetry2018-11-26T18:26:03-04:00

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry


If I could be seen as a force instead of an object instead of a hobby, if I could just do without having to be seen, or if it didn’t matter to me at all, I could be invincible.

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:04-04:00

Alan Chazaro | Poetry


Is it because always running is a cliché? And clichés are a rerun of something different? And since you were a boy, did they feed you questionable

Alan Chazaro | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:12-04:00