By Courtney Kampa
A man sits across from me, patterned silk padlock
at his neck and orders us whatever
people drink from…
at his neck and orders us whatever
people drink from…
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- By Abraham Smiththe song of the frogs
shakes the head up better is
the song of the coldest snow stepped is
the song of … - By Anne HalseyAt her aunt’s house
in Portchester roaming
the Jersey meadows
after flowers, she felt
something pulling
at… - By Gabrielle CalvocoressiRemember how you didn’t fall yesterday
even though you thought you would?
Life can be like that all the… - By Cynthia CruzOver the earth
A white bell in the sky,
Radiating, like madness.
By eleven, there were already
Yellow horses… - By Cynthia CruzCome with me.
If there is a world.
Animal, mineral
Sticky star
Formed of silver
Crystal globs
In the form … - By Cynthia CruzI had a fellowship but lived poorly
On cheap beer and penny candy.
Later, a career of killing time.
But… - By Reed TurchiTonight I’m performing weeknight
domestic dinner party, where one
friend asks about another’s snakes—
the… - By Sharon LinThe woman claimed she was Chinese at birth. She was not Chinese.I am not Chinese but I look the part…
- By Gabrielle CalvocoressiNot an optimist. I lie awake at night and say the name
of everyone on the block and for three blocks … - By Kathleen OssipMost days my mind wants to wander, ring a bluebell in summer, eat melon with hot pepper. My mind wears…
- By Dean BrowneBrian, I’m still calling you Brian,
it’s raining and Sunday where you gig
now, or it isn’t. I can only… - By Jason Allen-PaisantA word in the first place is a noise,
Says Le Guin, and Touam Bona, Hartman,
& Césaire agree, speaking… - By Rajiv Mohabirएगो असंभव जीवन शोक करे खाितर—
हम लोगन कोई राजा के वस्तु बन गइली
जे राजा के हम कभी ना देखब।
सब पानी कारा… - By Lia PurpuraNo answer but stance,
no solving but moving
sideways, and
showing.
Not finishing
ministering.
Maintenance… - By Lia PurpuraWhile I waited
fall came on.
I sat in one
bright interstice
and nothing
filled, it was
already at the brim… - By Rajiv MohabirTo mourn an impossible life—
we have become objects of a King
we will never see.
All water has become black… - By Rajiv MohabirYou took me in the sun
to your home-
town, to the tidal marsh, to the bridge
where you jump
into… - By Momtaza MehriWoke up from a long nap and I deserved it.
Stared at the ceiling. Half-dreaming
my dead grandfather’s … - By Sean SingerFirst, I took off my jacket,
then my shirt, pants,
shoes, underwear, then
my skin, then my muscles,
then…