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By Purvi Shah
The mehndi is leaving my hands,
brown swirls dissolving into brown skin.
Somewhere you are traveling
By Meg Eden
I look for a man's hand inside
the folds of my purse, and find
a pattern that recalls a finger print, the way
By Kim Jensen
You know the economy's bad
when people are lined up around the block
to apply for the job
of the wicked witch.
By Joseph O. Legaspi
slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
By Heather Davis
The lights in your home channel 29 men, their
soot stained clothes, last breaths, crystalline sweat
let loose on black rock
By Gregory Pardlo
Unfinished, the road turns off the fill
from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow
the inland waterway.
By Remica L. Bingham
I enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.
By Nancy Morejón
Entre arena y gravilla,
mezcla y paleta,
va transcurriendo su vida
By Mark Nowak
They took me right down
the hill, and
pulled up in front
By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso