Belly Song

By Kathleen Hellen I sit in the front row of
bleachers -- cheap seats for greater grief.
My son

Can Safety Matches Make Us Safe?

By Judith Arcana You read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know

By Vanessa Huang May you rest
In peace
This night

By Don Share Greetings to the red-eyed clouds
from this, the house that sits
on the mound and faces the corner

By Melissa Tuckey Two slight young women--
the smaller one
reaches for hands

By Ailish Hopper Each time, Kenny says
With Love,
I look at you, I see

By Ching-In Chen The teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones

By Persis M. Karim Their sons who speak of a cause
As if it were their two feet
beneath them. That they could hold an idea

By Rashida James-Saadiya we scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist

By Joseph O. Legaspi slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me