Pineapple Silk by Zero the Fool

I walk down that aisle,hands pressed together. I wear the finest Filipino pineapple silkand it caresses my skin in the smoothest of scratches. You look so nice, my teachers saywhen they ask what kind of shirt I’m wearing. I think, now, fondly of my barongthough my childish self seemed to hide awayfrom the very thing … Read morePineapple Silk by Zero the Fool

ODE TO HELLA by Ellie Lopez

When the Bay calls me home,I watch hella roll off my tonguelike a Bay Area baptism.An extraterrestrial vocabulary,that when people ask where I am from,I am home,no ruby slippers needed.Taking me back to 2003And So Cal Dougie couldn’t wrap his mind around a word between really and a lot ofand saved my nameon his phone … Read moreODE TO HELLA by Ellie Lopez

The Nightclub by John Davis

For the Zulu musicians it is late, but the med students in New York Yankees T-shirts are screaming for more music. Their skin, pale as x-rays, glints in the nightclub. They’ve whiskeyed the night, danced like victors in a tribal war or what they figure victors dance like. They’ve shed their scrub uniforms for one … Read moreThe Nightclub by John Davis

Feral by Mimi Mutesa

When the world went mad,I permitted myself to go mad with it.The world split in half, andRaging in red, spilling its own blood,I snuck underground instead.I laughed yellow bubbleslike a hyena drunk on champagne.I blew grass all day, up up up,Till the gold pines flickered blue.I bathed in the babbling river of hope,kaleidoscope tears washing … Read moreFeral by Mimi Mutesa

Mind Maps by Tess

I wonder:If you still have worlds inside you worth exploring,Miles within you worth running,Notions and knotsOf ideas and thoughtsWorth spending my time detangling. Tess is a Vancouver-based British Chinese writer working on her first memoir, Replant. Her creative non-fiction has been published in Untitled: Voices, her poetry in Overachiever and Isele magazine, and her spoken … Read moreMind Maps by Tess

Remember Me by Love

Hold on,Just one more second.Picture my face andRemember me here.Please, don’t forget about me,I won’t forget about you.Room 13.The door,The clock,The window,The words.The words I’ll never get out of my head.Don’t forget me,Room 13.Your innocence,Your smile,The thoughts never big enough,To form your words.Thoughts trapped inside of electrical currents.Room 13.Remember me.ReflectionsNot a glass in sight,Not a … Read moreRemember Me by Love

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