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- By Elli PaionidouYou strive to cling on to the baton
of integrity, like some heroic runner.
On the barren hill your sage… - By Darius Simpsondo you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you… - By Darius Simpsonbut i know better. i know poets like you don’t do no half-steppin. especially not on your way out. especially…
- By Courtney KampaA man sits across from me, patterned silk padlock
at his neck and orders us whatever
people drink from… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow
is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
the elk’s arched bones visible in the morning… - By Shireen MadonYou stood beside our god, you anointed a human king, and yet you are forever
rendered the shortest of… - By Shireen MadonIt’s as though the birds all know each other, and how naively
they seem to believe the world will go… - By Rigoberto GonzálezAll insects have them yet the luna moth leaves
its mouth and the memory of hunger behind
with its caterpillar… - By Gabrielle CalvocoressiNot an optimist. I lie awake at night and say the name
of everyone on the block and for three blocks … - By marion eames whiteeven the rocks are dying. now that we’re here
in a cene of our making, time
to hold what’s left. palm … - By Tarik DobbsThe leaders gather
around to choreograph
every desert bloom.
Another annexation,
another standing settler… - By Ye Hui (叶辉)Lentils and morning glories
Emit a faint smell of rain
Like a prophecy
On life in the days to come
A black… - By Hannah LoweShe smells it in the earth, whenever it rains.
Call it anamu or guine, mal pouri.
I see her boiling the… - By Courtney KampaIt’s an hour before noon, and Amtrak train no. 56 rips a path
through the rain outside Baltimore,
its … - By Shann RayI .
seated at a table for two inside Caffè Florian Venice
in the room of illustrious men
what are we but… - By Rigoberto GonzálezIn love again, I welcome the familiar
high, the dizzying state of detecting
signs around me that the world… - By Rigoberto GonzálezBoys will be boys, the saying goes,
even if that boy will one day
age into Messiah. One would
never guess… - By Rigoberto GonzálezAy, goldo, goldito, goldo
con esos cachetitos asoleados,
te quiero engullir a besos.
Anda sigue, coquet… - By Rigoberto GonzálezAy, goldo, goldito, goldo
with those sunbathed baby cheeks,
I want to gobble you up in kisses.
Please go…