June 2024

Poem

By Gboyega Odubanjo

head permed heavy because rain don’t dare touch us.

on certain mornings you can hear it deep in conversation

with itself. i can’t the rain says. for it is written that so long

as the oils of scorched earth red to the root and royal hold...

Poem

By Erika L. Sánchez

Every day is yesterday

& like the loneliness

of water, I have always

existed. My body brackets...

Poem

By Patricia Guzman

First spring rain and I can’t begin a line like this again

without remembering you were here this time last year.

When I think of being a mother, my mind goes blank...

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