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November 16, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lotte Mitchell Reford

"A Diaristic Quality but Everything Is Still Gone" and "Jonas Mekas at the Tate Modern"

November 13, 2020 | Poetry

Couscous

Shriram Sivaramakrishnan

if i say 'i am sorry' to so-and-so...

November 12, 2020 | Poetry

Riverfront Aria

Kathryn Haemmerle

Most people prefer the Vulcan statue...

November 11, 2020 | Poetry

Econolodge

J. Taylor Bell

it must have been the fifth...

November 11, 2020 | Poetry

Stag

Nick Soluri

Outside a window a stag picks at an apple core,
its antlers, tilted downwards, catch on a branch,
it stumbles, takes a breath, regains its footing.
                        A wooden sign—nondescript

November 6, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Serena Solin

"The Courtyard" and "Double Jeopardy"

November 5, 2020 | Poetry

There Was an Entire Chicken

Lisa Hiton

one from the spit where I watched them...

November 3, 2020 | Poetry

Under Oath

Sophia Ha

Two cop cars nose to rear...

October 30, 2020 | Poetry

Alternate Endings to Shania Twain’s “That Don’t Impress Me Much” Music Video

Canese Jarboe

None of us have The Touch,

Though we have felt The Touch

*

We are all (all of us

Wearing leopard-print dusters Just once,

I was thirty hands tall (like one whole horse

Standing on

October 29, 2020 | Poetry

Modern Mother-land

Jenny Shi

                             After Qu Yuan

In my country, our insults give benefit of doubt. Nǐ yǒu bìng— 
You are sick—                                              as if there’s an

October 28, 2020 | Poetry

Love Poem for Sandra Oh

Anhvu Buchanan

On that spirited Emmy night,
when the camera cut to you
and you radiating in red satin
said to the world
“It’s an honor just to be Asian”
I lost my breath.
Time stopped,
blindsided by this

October 28, 2020 | Poetry

devotional after alejandra pizarnik

Tara Jayakar

oh longed-for, awaited beloved. she says my name
        wrong and makes me come hard. i catalog
lovers like this, coins in kitchen water. six years on,
         type thirsty into google

October 27, 2020 | Poetry

Begin Here,

Sara Luisa Kirk

 

with the flies, small handfuls of sunlight, sensation only one degree
removed from excess.

What to press a heart to, what color pulled up from the earth.

I’m looking for my time machine.

October 27, 2020 | Poetry

Stone Grandfather

Leona Sevick

          (Dol Hareubang, Jeju Island, South Korea)

And there you sit, your basalt belly swollen heavy,
a gentle smile playing at your stone lips. To say I
sought you out would be a bald-faced

October 23, 2020 | Poetry

Nocturne with Aroace Girl

Kelly Weber

I steer the moon over my right shoulder, vertebrae
lodged above coyote ridge, winding plains road
I drive all the night’s hungers down. White light
clasping the devil’s backbone. Today snow

October 22, 2020 | Poetry

notes on archiving erasure

Saida Agostini

love does not begin and end the way we think it does. love is a battle; love is a war; love is a growing up
      -James Baldwin

when i say
I love my family
what i mean
is i worship
the

October 20, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Satya Dash

to survive
tenacious teeth held their nerve

October 19, 2020 | Poetry

IN WHICH THE WHITE WOMAN ON MY THESIS DEFENSE ASKS ME ABOUT WITNESS

Noor Hindi

1. And what does it mean to witness yourself, on television, dying?

            a. I no longer watch the news.
            b. I’ve exhausted every mirror in my home searching for my

October 16, 2020 | Poetry

In the Gap

Leah Umansky

so much of what I feel is strain and restraint, not
strength. I feel so much of my days are in want;

October 14, 2020 | Poetry

Haunt

Stephanie Chang

after K Ming Chang

 

Late June, during the spider lily harvest,

            Meng Po sutures shut my skin

as soup marbles under. A broth that weathers

            me a body for the

October 13, 2020 | Poetry

THREE POEMS

Namrata Verghese

Chacka

This Whole Foods smells of rot.
A lady holds half a jackfruit like a baby,
Pushes her fingers deep into the damp decay. 

We call jackfruit chacka back home (although who’s we?
I

October 9, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Christian Gullette

Election Night at the Stud

On the dance floor,
               my fingertip traces his infinity tattoo

and I wish more things were uncountable,
                            although cruelty

October 8, 2020 | Poetry

TWO POEMS

Rita Mookerjee

Shrine

In the market, Rayanne arranges
breadfruit and guava on her stand.
She frames them with squat pumpkins
and green hooks of plantain. She
leans against her stool to stretch her
legs,

October 5, 2020 | Poetry

Two Poems

Terese Mason Pierre

 

Tropic of Cancer

for Lawrence Stewen

On this shore, the insects scheme, sing
the hair along my body. I say I dream about

strolling where the moonlight hits the water
and disturbs it,

October 2, 2020 | Poetry

SAD SEXY CATHOLIC

Lauren Badillo Milici

I was God’s favorite, once—enough
schoolgirl in me to make Mary
sweat. not a fall-from-grace, but something sweeter.
an unlit cigarette wedged between two
adolescent fingers; & the skin like

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Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

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