Poem
By Nii Ayikwei Parkes
Some mid days, blank moments in loud
gatherings when I fall from the conversations’
sweetening threads, gaze anchored in the beyond,

I wonder if I have spent the bulk of three decades
living where one man did not die. Places the voice
of my father echoes without the pitch of keening

his last illness wrung from him, where his flesh…
Poem

poetry-magazineOff on Holiday

By Kira Alexis Tucker
Wild for once, we drenched and drugged and flung
our sunstarved bodies into brunching and clubbing and…
Poem

poetry-magazineOur Founder

By Samatar Elmi
Who art in Cali.
Programmer by trade.
Thy start-up come,
thy will become
an FTSE 500.
Give us this day our…
Poem

poetry-magazinePreaching

By Roger Robinson
Under the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and…
Poem

poetry-magazineIntersection

By Lia Purpura
While I waited
fall came on.
I sat in one
bright interstice
and nothing
filled, it was
already at the brim—
I did not want
the moment to end
then stopped wanting
so I could
be, not yearn,
for however long
low sun determined
I would not go
unimprinted
by the light that came,
knew to come,
intentional
and unconcerned
with being known.

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