GBU – 43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast (aka ‘mother of all bombs’)
I fall into the mountain side; I burn in
to the twisting serpent of chambers
hidd... Read More.
Within His Birdcage
Give me that handkerchief someone dropped on the corner next to the stand
where those suits are trying to swap sunlight for twenty bucke... Read More.
Black Dog Found
Behind some airport some quiet organ -ization ignites a portable flare stack. Cindy, whose depression is tropical, is not yet a hurricane. Like... Read More.
During a Beat Bobby Flay marathon I think —
I should study knife skills
or fish deboning. Have you
ever held fresh, dead chicken? I have
not, though, I have... Read More.
Diasporic Fever Dream
by Schneider Rancy
The river
splinters
its many
tributaries,
veins feeding
new shores
The cutting stone
juts
in the ... Read More.
Fear of Long Words
by Peter Verbica
Long after mother had said
“goodbye” to her piano,
Dad — dead drunk,
broke her mandolin.
In tears,
she ... Read More.
#MeToo
So #MeToo cuts her ponytail off, walks into a bar and takes a seat next to #MeToo and the bartender serves #MeToo whiskey from an eyedropper she pull... Read More.
Mark’s Tumor (When I Needed it Most)
“How quickly this life does go by.” Tonight
I wrote the last letters
to my poetry students. It’s always been hard,
di... Read More.
hit and run
Trees living in their skin-smell, Appalachia has no need of my white poet
blouse and ripped jeans. The world as I knew it, gone, white as cotton... Read More.
A Child Testifies, Rage
by Imran Khan
I find the court bundles,
find the judge who
smeared my face with war paint,
fingered my veins for Pakistani valves like
m... Read More.
A High School Senior /
a sophomore from art class. could he paint. i kept
his scraps of craft paper
and stray eyelashes in a jewelry box my grandma bough... Read More.
THIS IS A BODY
by Farah Chamma & Myriam Nehmeh
This is a body
You can touch me
I am organic matter
moving constantly.
Sometimes you let me b... Read More.
River Queen
On a day I am walking with my cane
in Starbucks
the lady behind me inquires,
from her wheelchair,
if I am recently disabled.
How is this ope... Read More.
Jersey City Poems
By Laura Cronk
*
A swirl of trash -
I'm dodging it.
A gust of nasty wind.
Now you're about to be
even more remote.
Look at... Read More.
Where You Go
By Ruth Elizabeth Morris
From my desk, I watch her turn the pages. She is meticulous, each touch
feather-light and exact in her dissec... Read More.
by Julia Tolo
one
the world ran out of people
but we’re still here
we do normal things
take the subway home to
each other hold hands
when no one’s lookin... Read More.
