My Peace by Alissa Merritt

Like T’challa in the realm with ancestors  The wind as their embrace  Painting for hours on end  Being intentional about not looking at the clock during me time as creativity comes to me through all avenues of the brain from the gyri and sulci Poetry flowing as fast as the Nile river Sustaining grow, learning,…

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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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Dear DACA by Ivory Bennett

Dear DACA Ivory Bennett — September 12th, 2017 @ 10:55 AM An old man once told me about the American dream. He was barefoot and shucking white corn. His back was bent from years of hard work, and his fingers read of routine and war. He told me about borders and bridges, cultures crossing over…

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Energy by Lana Scibona

The stains on the subway door windows are  Illuminated by a passing light, They look like icicles  But outside it smells like spring. Somewhere inside you all four seasons live:  The memories of every good and bad and in between Thing that’s ever happened to anyone, Stardust floating in your gut and  Under your fingernails,…

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Micro poems by caliche fields

«watermelon cider» he grabbed elote picoso, picante sandía in cheek – cayena, tajín – nuestros besos viscous, enflamed, misted as produce in sunshade pero to’ mejor con limón y sal «austin amber» spooked before the glow of spiderwebs in amber twilight, ahead chilled humidity in autumn disguised by artistry a thinning of the veils inebriation…

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Someone I Look Up To Calls Me a “Wh*re for the White Man” (as a Joke) by Isabel Lee Roden

And I think I should probably laugh, think I should probably let out a long-suffering sigh, think I should probably throw my hands up like a kid caught with someone else’s stolen candy. And I think I should be more certain of what to do with those words, know their implications, know my own connotations,…

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