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By Karla Cordero
i watch slasher movies but hate the sight of real blood leave the body
i panic on planes & think of ways the machine or sky
will betray me i read books in fear to evaporate
out of this world without seeing its soft hands
By Rajiv Mohabir
I invite you back
dear wildness dear
unfathomable formless
By Adela Najarro
I have learned to speak dementia
by looking straight into her eyes
smiling, laughing, then digging deep
By Eugenia Leigh
Someone on the internet is mourning
her dad—that old goat—with a goldmine
of anecdotes. Scraps of fondness I scrape off
her tweet—his beef wellington, her frogs. I want
By Joselia Rebekah Hughes
Black able rack able
hack able tack able
lack able slack able
By Eli Clare
drift
lose time
gain time
By Margo Tamez
The weather in Brecksville was in transition.
He was wearing a light jacket. The seasonal
change of weather variations,
By Janice Lobo Sapigao
we don’t know how to pay the bills on time
and we don’t know the password to your bank account
& in all of our languages I understand why you stacked
linens and face towels and rubber bands and plastic bags
in drawers and hallway closets
everything filled to the brim
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 Maren Lovey Wright-Kerr
when the makeup aisle stops at “caramel”
it means
the makeup industry just thinks you already too pretty to need they products