Freda Epum

like blank eyes and forced smiles in response to microaggressions

Jaime Zuckerman

I could crumple into you like a piece of paper folded .......into invisible hands or magnolias in late snow.

Kate Lindroos

Judy had a bad habit of leaving finished drinking receptacles in her own car

Nofel

“Mohammed Rasulu Allah,” (Mohammed is the messenger of God) she enunciated, giggling.

Yuxi Lin

Dangle from a hook and shape-shift between noun and adjective

Bertrand Bickersteth

I know these rivers that flow through me / I’ve gazed out from their hearts and still you do not see me

Anna Kelley

They were no less fragile than us, these creatures, / but they seemed better used to staring down a fast / coming death.

Amanda Deutch

It’s Sugar features a giant / blond plump lips parted, sucking a lollipop

Gia Marr

I said to my partner yesterday, I want to die. / He said do you want to go to the hospital.

Elisabeth Murawski

Then I wait, a woman / alone, hoping / to have touched the heart / of the widower.

jayy dodd

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

Heather Lang

CREW: (From the grid) It’s sweet that you think you / can break the fourth wall.  

Jill Mceldowney

The horse stood trembling, had caught his leg in a toothed snare intended for the fox, / and she limped

José Olivarez

you can take the boy / but the heckie naw stays / announcing his nation

Keith J. Castillo

white woman says that i would look so beautiful if only i took the time to straighten my hair

Lauren Page

My priestess fries her perfect / eggs-in-a-nest: a seeping well, / saturating seams of crust.

Linette Reeman

At the duplicating center I work for, sometimes customers will leave behind important legal or personal documents

Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad

it was like in that moment, / the demon crawled out / of my chest to set a colorless fire / to my face and said believe her

Caroline Cabrera

Not all clouds is something I might add, as a postscript, not all clouds

K.E. Bell

ma said don’t touch don’t scratch don’t

Jihyun Yun

At sixteen, she’s still new to this nation that un-names her daily.

Katy Chrisler

I cannot take what isn’t a gift. Socket, Stiff dance, misdeed, a half intelligible embrace.

Hussain Ahmed

the women did not flee Mosul because they became of wings

Melanie Ho

I told father and things came flowing out of our red front door

Sarah Giragosian

In the ghost town, a way station until E.’s wedding, you keep your vow to a dry-tongued silence.

Greta Moran

I wish I did not negotiate my body like a capitalist always fearing my scarcity

Jeff Pearson

hammered into the wall of the coffin pit picked up by me as you wandered as far along the rails as needed.

Antonio Lopez

Between my fingers is a veil through which I may glimpse the sun.

Ana Hurtado

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

Amie Zimmerman

When the rhino broke its way out of your body / it broke its horn off too

Sanjana Bijlani

& I’m not hearing All You Wanted by Michelle Branch or what about my skin or religion needs to be rescued

Susannah Sharpless

I am sure that my blonde hair is beautiful but the beauty of my other physical attributes I am much less sure of 

Talia Flores

Ugolino is a no-eyed man who jumps on his children

Thera Webb

At the fading light bring to her the wolfish mouth of your need.

Valorie K. Ruiz

closed eyes to the watchers in the shadows angels formed in angles beneath the glittering opal

Wimpy AF

i awoke to the sound of a neighbor crying someone’s suffering is combing my hair

Cynthia Manick

Sometimes when I enter a room, I pretend Zamunda from Coming to America is a real place.

Alexandra Naughton

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.

Alexander Scalfano

black out the windows but the storm is in the house lightning in the bathtub rain over the carpet

Alan Chazaro

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

Meghann Boltz

i went to see the wizard & asked him for a cock he must have seen by the scuffs on my knees that i really needed one because he said ok

Alfredo Aguilar

my small fingers curl around a cow’s teat. i point / it in the direction of the pail below. i don’t want to hurt

Raquel Salas Rivera

an animal on stilts reaches the virgin’s tears / and tenderly wipes them. / the virgin cries tres monjitas milk, without coffee.

Jessica Lawson

Someplace else enrages the turtle why a turtle a turtle never did anything to me okay then an old white man with a sign.

Kathryn Hargett

Geoffrey, sometimes I think I wear my sadness like caul fat. / Like how a fetal pig never asks to be dressed

Cooper Wilhelm

Despite everything, my parents raised me. / They even loved me. These things / should always be surprising.

Moira J

I watched a woman become gore under microscopes, / glowing skin a subterfuge of dust and memory.

Inga Lea Schmidt

all of the lights in the store have gone burnt / dim gaping shelves bent back like bones / breathing fruit rot and dust and no one

Dylan Carpenter

What is the problem what is it I ask myself day after day it does not change / I walk through the rooms of my house I open the windows though it is cold

Daniel Blokh

The priest feels a softness washing the back of his neck. Maybe it is rain, he thinks, or sweat.

Hannah Kucharzak

Anxious Diva tells me I’ve lost what’s fun about me. She says I’m flatter than death. Diva, help me cut these onions, help me feel arrhythmia, tell me how alive I want to be.

Mariel Fechik

We cling to each other like / dust motes to light, and / fall the same way - slow and / landing in erratic patterns.

jamie mortara

i couldn't remember what flowers The Hatchet liked so i brought some twigs and branches from the backyard

Miriam Borgstrom

the overweight cannibals feed every fortnight the children frolic on our scalps this knocking is not a verb

Claire Marie Stancek

I cannot take what isn’t a gift. Socket, Stiff dance, misdeed, a half intelligible embrace.

Candace Williams

pre-existing conditions and the deep deep cuts that still draw blood and still take cultures

Topaz Winters

history & all its seasonings. Introduce her to your parents, your gods, your sharpened knives. Fry.

Suzanne Highland

while everyone else takes out the ladder for fun. The last time I was fun

Pritha Bhattacharyya

sweeping the floors after dusk isn’t easy, the frangipani petals still fragrant, still usable, when

Emma Claire Foley

international niceness studies. shuffle up, smaller fry, / smallfrei. they haven’t given us songs to sing to one another / in a while.

Nicole Steinberg

I receive reams of dry & toneless correspondence that all boil down to never mind

Nicholas Brown

knows this road where it leads us home cocooned we watch our wings we grow we sleep rise and shine

Matty Layne Glasgow

My petals throbbed & stung & shivered with each recitation. & outside, on the play ground

Mackenzie Kozak

i wanted a way out of the other into the old one, i wanted to fashion handcuffs

Lydia Havens 

Michael—Mr. Stipe? Momentary God?—did your parents ever argue? do you even have parents?

Lillian Sickler

it’s a voicemail when I’m standing in line at the pharmacy I’m working

Jennifer MacBain-Stephens

crow flies through fog never knowing where to land / Crows need other crows / like a smooth monster skull cracking a jawline /

C.T. McGaha

but then i realized that my body isn’t permanent y’know like bodies how bodies are

Gabriel Kruis

Skyline fucking up the alpenglow, W/o speed, so few odes

Ashley Miranda

we only know the night by sound. i can’t speak for the aspects that have been diagnosed as un normal

Alisha Kaplan

you say this offering is not death but a transformation from one kind of existence into another

Aidan Forster

& I too wanted a ghost. To be entered with no fanfare.

Katy Kim

We all slept in the same bed— bodies curved like mandibles. I was plume and warm feathered by your ginseng breathing,

Diannely Antigua

Invite him to your mental cardboard, the dream of miniature golf and pizza at the park.

Mallory Smart

i am sad and everybody knows it i have the urge to take my shoes off and let my toes wiggle in the grass

Nadia Choudhury

     desires to toss them to the ground      desires to read the shards’ constellation of fates      desires to know if his is lost somewhere in her

Aurora Engle-Pratt

My stated goal is to make closed forms, which are very difficult and very beautiful.

Gale Marie Thompson 

Who will be with you as you become? I am not asking for me, but for the girl character who waits behind my eyelids

Erin Taylor

a traumatic photosynthesis i have built a city entirely made of baby teeth, roots holding still the frosted fort.

Emily Alta Hockaday

Scattered along the wet sand are tiny, bioluminescent plankton, a different, brighter glow than the ubiquitous jellyfish.

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