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By Faylita Hicks
Crawling out from between the legs of a woman
with my name still wetly slathered across her chin,
I cradle the lewd silk of our venom
up against the hot swell of my caged chest, wade out
through her front door, into the murky billows
of the damned and the damnable,
By Joshua Nguyen
To begin, let us end
this sentence with no friends or en
emies. Just wrong destin
ations to sad desks in Am-
By Joselia Rebekah Hughes
Black able rack able
hack able tack able
lack able slack able
By Tarik Dobbs
Chorus: Like a bridge over troubled water…
For years, settlers longingly, vertical, build over us, Starbucks has no sinks. Will we go? Lately, the bridge, their throne. When even these are somewhere to watch from, to drop a knee & propose somewhere to feel for a bank.
By Angelique Palmer
Trying to find faith
in a world that is slowly killing me and blaming me for why they can’t do it right
or why survival might be the only thing in the way of enjoying life
By Julian Randall
Cue the Anthony Hamilton/and name me a mansion/tell everyone there is space here/if you
believe in the reincarnated/I am already somewhere/that somebody has gone/
By Paul Tran
Desert born. Wild
As corn. Dry
Bitch. Itchy clit.
Police with murder rates.
By Joshua Jennifer Espinoza
Like light but
in reverse we billow.
We turn a corner
and make the hills
By Imani Davis
a political statement walks into an art classroom. it could be the walls, or her bones, either way
some white structure will soon betray her with its crumbling.
By Trace Howard DePass
[And legal] now.
[Taking full advantage of the enough he is.
Might go sign up for the war.