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Yanyi

Immigration

By Yanyi The teacup with the broken
handle: no longer missing.
Arriving in my mother’s hand
as she sets it down for service.
Then the dish in the air touches
down at its place on red carpet
and the Fisher Price karaoke mic
rights and repairs itself.
Adrian Gaston Garcia

Cutting my dad’s fingernails

By Adrian Gaston Garcia He says that he’s too embarrassed to ask me for this favor
But in his Spanish it sounds sweeter, more innocent, almost childlike

He sets up his station at the dining room table:
A paper towel and two different set of nail clippers

He folds the paper towel in half
before placing his withered and wrinkled hands on top

He lets me hold them
I cannot remember the last time we held hands
Jzl Jmz

Obligation #25 (TRANSACTION)

By Jzl Jmz I CROSS MY LEGS - I BRUSH
MY CLAVICLE / I PITCH MY
LAUGH - I LAUGH - I LOOK
AWAY / I SMILE
Lehua M. Taitano

Cedar Waxwing, Pyracantha II

By Lehua M. Taitano Here are the ones I think will come: Wren, chestnut backed chickadee, hairy woodpecker, scrub jay. Words of a dream retold dissolve into pulp, into seed glue. Into chips of memory. This morning, I’ve a soft waxwing in hand. We are both stunned. His eye is cast beyond currents or cadence.
Quenton Baker

I AM IN THE WEATHER

By Quenton Baker every cloud that rolls off the ocean
pours my dead on me

the mad
the sick
the brave
the faceted
who chose the wave over their making
Ryan Jafar Artes

Not Equal to Family (Reduced Down to Me)

By Ryan Jafar Artes If
Mother + Father = Me

But
Mother + Father + Me ≠ Family

Then
Mother + Father - Me = Family
Malcolm Friend

Diasporican Rechristening

By Malcolm Friend We work.
We are sometimes on time.
We are sometimes late.
We are sometimes
coming up with the excuses
for why we can’t make it
even as we know we have to.
Some of us are trying to be American
and some of us are trying to be boricua
and some of us are trying.
Cass Garison

On Reverence

By Cass Garison I adore the carnations & I adore
the trains, specifically the boxcars
with endings & beginnings I can’t

keep track of, who drag their stretched
torsos like absolute creatures around
what seems like earth’s clearest curve.
Mia S. Willis

for imam khaliifah ibn rayford daniels.

By Mia S. Willis when the state murdered a poet
none of us slept none of us deserved to
the way we stood by with pens and phones and helpless guilt
Taylor Alyson Lewis

milk river

By Taylor Alyson Lewis there once was an island love or magic resurrected
where they could go to rest and look at
each other plainly and hold one another’s
hands and play music in their cars so that
the bass reverberated through the mountains
and down into the ocean and live.
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