Dis jOY Nt hIm by Winston TL

sob L.A. haze allays my heart hurt in a daze caused by a comet [Gone bye]             brain prays to malignant stars                 haywire Moon! align it? for me and him!?!                                      BLAH. AH AH. “I find you very attractive –   a good and sweet person       …

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7 cycles by Kamana Rai

1.  The glass of chrysanthemums —  my mother tells me,  cut the leaves off or  take out the leaves  from the stems with your hands.  गोदावरी – will stay fresh in a vase of water for weeks.  2.  If you look after anything well,  it will show signs of prospering.  In this sense,  relationships of…

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Concreted Words by Fadrian Bartley

The metal door slams constantlywith noisy keys jingled throughtiny holes. Behind the door of hadesheartbeats linger with despair,and held on to memories they once hadto catch the morning sun, Wretched state behind redemption,and sorrowful thought sitsbeside a bucket containtheir own uric acid. waited shamefully for expulsionof colon loose canal which stinks the air,Orange suits unable…

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Disguises by Christine Hsu

I’m going to be a luchador for Halloween this year.Is it cultural appropriation or not?I got this cool cat luchador mask in Mexico City on vacation.It’s black with blues trimming with whiskers and pointed ears.I was excited to see a Japanese wrestler in the ringTugging, tossing and tumbling around with the Mexican wrestlers.Ten years ago…

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Emmett Till by Jeffrey Caliedo

Jackson, Mississippi is two hours away from Money, and still, the soil can be heard weeping. Secluded and consumed by encroaching ivy fingers, the decomposing Bryant’s Market has become a sign of the times. A marker of the past. But there are bullet holes in his memorial. And the boy is still plummeting. The body…

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Confirmation by Jasmine Washington

Who knew that a little momentYou placing your arm around my waistWould send electricity up my spineHave butterflies fluttering in my stomachA quiet sigh of reliefA small smile fighting the urge to creep on my faceThat small moment was a confirmation,confirmation that you liked meConfirmation that we could cuddle andwatch a showConfirmation that I could…

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Two Poems by Dena Igusti

Dena Igusti is a queer non binary Indonesian Muslim writer and multimedia artist born and raised in Queens, New York. They are the author of CUT WOMAN (Game Over Books, 2020) and I NEED THIS TO NOT SWALLOW ME ALIVE (Gingerbug Press, 2021). They have received two play commissions at Players Theatre (SHARUM, 2019) and Center At West Park (CON…

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