In Barcelona, We Fight Lines the perils of relying on a tourist economy, eager travelers all with the latest copy of Things To Do & See Here Hiking up our skirts we clamber around and above Sagrada Familia and Park Guelle, the main attractions of Gaudi’s lifeworks in this sea city that smells of fish … Read moreIn Barcelona, We Fight Lines by Rita Anderson
Lines Written in Quarantine this apocalypse is brought to you by Charmin’ and Purell send out the little canary see if it returns with a song of the empty wasteland gasping for breathe hung with hoarse voices singing in the quartiere the only way through is prayer and disaster movies it’s a hard city to … Read moreLines Written in Quarantine by Johnathan Lay
the night i got drunk and nazis ran through the streets -for Charlottesville, Virginia i carry lullabies in my ears tonight bucketfuls to drench the fire of tiki torches bought at walmart for fifteen bucks by the same white faces caught and sought to represent the future suburban dads association ready to light up cities … Read morethe night i got drunk and nazis ran through the streets by s.g. maldonado-vélez
To Be Human It’s okay. It’s okay. I am learning I am accepting that it is okay to not be having sex to feel exhausted to be angry to be lost to get sad it is okay to have emotions it is okay that they come out it is okay to be hurt and take … Read moreTo Be Human by Nevada Tyler
waiting to be known snow is heaped against the cutting line of trees. the leftover crescent moon hangs in the sky, waiting to hide itself, yet waiting to be known. i think of that ever-living fragility hidden in the whiteness of our bones, that is to be human. Genevieve Hartman is a Korean American poet … Read morewaiting to be known by Genevieve Hartman
i wait each year for the warmth of soup bowls such is a morning that the cold glass of water beside me feels too far to reach out to. the birds flutter their blue and black feathered wings on the windows, an old song i wake up to. i want to unearth a simple morning, … Read morei wait each year for the warmth of soup bowls by Hamnah Kahn
In Space They Can’t Hear Your Love How I wished to be an asteroid in their orbit And fall out of it onto the terrain of their body, But I am never a star for them to look up and wish upon. No, I am the dark matter always there, but never seen. They have … Read moreIn Space They Can’t Hear Your Love by Mario Kersey
Bravery of Brown Bodies Pt. 1 There’s a certain bravery to two brown bodies I think as your fingertips find long-forgotten scars trace imprints of history caress babysmooth tomorrow a particular courage to lie intertwined on elephant ivory sheets it’s a specific beauty seeing my molasses brown black eyes reflected back in your own Here … Read moreTwo Poems by Sid Gopinath
Canines. There’s this picture of James Baldwin and Nina Simone, he has his arm around her, and is smiling with all his teeth. James has huge long teeth. He is holding his friend, his Nina, as if to say there will be no use for this turmoil of living if not for friendships and happiness … Read moreThree Poems by Ebube J
Egypt is pleading for the rosetta stone to be returned It was the way they spoke, screaming in storms that created a space for me in times I felt inarticulate. My tongue tied by years of repeated ideas, “Miss”, and being portrayed as bossy. I was a mouth that held a thousand strangled tongues my … Read moreEgypt is pleading for the rosetta stone to be returned by Anaïs Peterson