Aug 11
Smell Is the Last Memory to Go by Fatimah Asghar on my block, a gateon my block, a tree smelling of citrus & jasmine that knocksme back into the arms of my dead mother. i ask Ross how can a treebe both jasmine & orange, on my block my neighbors put up gates & staredon’t …
Aug 10
Separation, Parts by Dani Janae for Sarah I’LL NAME MY DAUGHTER ZARA—an ode to you as force goingvastly in every direction.I speak to become a childin the early stagesof recognizing her own voice: teach me how to braid my hair.Teach me how a name hangs onlike a gummy tooth. Descent.All these years of my life. …
Aug 09
Explorer by Kazim Ali I fear dispersal but the resounding really sounds may be full of echoor echolocation for the next round Eye rowed in the guest book of God my many sacred tonguesbody and bow Fingers spell now all the spaces I openYou now verse now open oh pen Cacti quiver for a centuryIn …
Aug 09
The Gunman by Steven Sanchez Imagine: the four chambers of my heart each loaded with a bullet, each beat another revolution in my chest, my throat a barrel, my curled tongue a trigger. …
Aug 07
My Voice by Oscar Wilde Within the restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I, And now the white sails of our ships are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, For very weeping is my gladness fled, Sorrow hath paled my …
