Homecoming Dance, by Kamakshi Ranjan
My last night of individuality began with a dance I watched Apis as he took each light-footed step with heavy intention First, he moved...
Poetry
Unfinished, by Sonam Tsomo Chashutsang
My mother spent her childhood grazing yaks, collecting firewood. She didn't read or write, but memorized prayers and mantras as if they...
Letting Go, by Sonam Tsomo Chashutsang
They say there is not a house that hasn’t experienced death. When I learned that I am not the first or the last one to lose loved ones,...
Dream of the Lake, by Caroline M. Mar
You are not the sea, but I confuse you with the sea, awash in the blood beneath my skin What are the sailor’s tools What burns me to the...
Naming, by Caroline M. Mar
Blank sky: too simple. You are window-streaked, edged in god’s-eye-white. I can see where you took a breath, where you repeated yourself....
Thorn Tree, by Jo Y. Hwangbo
Jo Y. Hwangbo is a poet and copywriter based in New York. As a deep lover of raw imagery, she aspires her work to encompass an...
Shamrocks at Our Aunties' Funerals, by Jo Y. Hwangbo
Jo Y. Hwangbo is a poet and copywriter based in New York. As a deep lover of raw imagery, she aspires her work to encompass an...
Sangiving / THaNGks'giviNG/, by Patricia Coral
Mi abuela teaches my brother la brujería de la cocina. I read a novella on the kitchen table. Calderos and spoons clashing, sofrito...
War Looms as My Brother Plays the Piano, by Lydia McFarlane
Sour notes and my sister’s soft scolds I used to dread such things. Now, their noises furrow beneath my ribs, leaving emptiness in their...
Mummies in the Bedroom, by Cindy Rene
. . . Then I walked right by it. Walking to somewhere I don’t remember, I caught the sun on the wall, enraptured by the light cascading...
Two Poems by Arman Salem: Co-Working Space at the Flatiron We and Stakes Pin Toes to Ground
Co-Working Space at the Flatiron We I like narrow homes, sprouting, with a person or two spread between. Four walls, and, for vanity's...
The Clock Is Ticking, by Kashae Garland
I am a Black body, well maybe body is giving my life too much value. I am Black, part of the Blacks, I mean that is what I am called...