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Five Poems
Kien Lam
Asian Pen Name*
Mine is Kien,
which is useful
in cases
where I need
to prove
I am who I say
I am,
like the time
a cop pulled me
over and said
Sir, do you know
why you
Three Poems
Anonymous
Dear Katie
The movie we watched the night you told me you were leaving your husband for a girl with skin rough as a butcher’s block no storm could ever smooth clean. When sharks were falling from
Four Poems
Christine Gosnay
Being There
Describing my body is easy
because I do not know what it looks like.
From above, I imagine my face
when it experiences a thrill.
There could be more to what I’m looking
Five Poems
Elizabeth Cantwell
How Come No One On Twitter Is Talking About This
The eye a camera humming across the top of the earth : cavern
gully ravine gorge Far below a tiny man jumps into a tiny
Leonard/Fergus/Clemenza/Herbert/ Barzini/Lord Baltimore (noun)
Sarah Destin
You mean to say, “hello” or “good morning,” but you know that, between us, that would be strangely inappropriate before our morning cup of coffee
Three Poems
William Torrey
“You’re damned if you do and damned if you won’t”
Five Poems
Yuan Changming
The ferry man asked, Where is its mom? I am his mother!
If I Had to Lick Wounds
Parisa Thepmankorn
I am a hoarder trying to salvage pieces.
The Agency of the Universe and Everything In It
Geoff Bouvier
I put on underpants and pants and socks and shirts in the same sequence every day
Five Poems
Kylan Rice
I’d’ve led him by the wrist. Still but blinding four pm/ back home blazed against the glass.
Three Poems
Sayuri Ayers
Under haze of junior-prom fog machines,
my cells pulsed with
non-senescence
The City of Subdued Excitement Endures Mercury in Retrograde
Kat Finch
Your hand had never fully formed, a shadow made of lint & oil. Decades pass, divination is still predicated on how long a candle lasts, how long tea sits in a cup. Coffee? I never touch the stuff.
Pin the Tail on the Predator
Stevie Edwards
here were girls who sank/ a thousand leagues beneath his hips/ and never bobbed back for air. I came ashore/ in a body of my own, crooked gate/ and piano fingers
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Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)
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