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Contributors Kimberly Alidio’s recent books are why letter ellipses (selva oscura), : once teeth bones coral : (Belladonna*), and a cell of falls (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs). Recent poems are in The Tiny and Baest, and forthcoming in Pleiades, and Sinister Wisdom. Her prose on poetics and history appears in Harriet, Woodland […]
Gut Gravity Yesenia Montilla For Chadwick, & My Abuelitos Proverbs are weaved from reality This is to say that when little my mom used to threaten us kids with an ass-kicking that not even Pupo could fix & no one knew this Pupo, he resided some where between our imagination & our hopefulness […]
In Response to Feeling Alone t. liem Doubtless our lives are solitary but also the inverse. –Jenny Xie Everything’s been known before us OK. The clouds disappear the sky sometimes; or they become it. When we stood on Seminyak beach like a pair of exclamation points, we heard the same offing tone heard […]
TWENTY-FOUR KARAT Karen Gu She doesn’t know it yet in the waiting room, but her stomach is bleeding, its structure compromised. This beautiful country ate a hole in it with its heavy, bland food, tongue-twisting words, its cold distance. The doctor tells her it’s an ulcer, asks if she is under any stress. […]
Dannielle Bowman, Reunion Shoes (Texas I).
.scrolling-wrapper { overflow-x: scroll; overflow-y: hidden;} until the meteor makes a shadow over home Mihee Kim I. a lonely bird asked me if it’s over is it over. is it over will the seat of our betrayals rise up and punch us? uppercut, jab, loosen the bowels of our anger into poem will […]
Twelve Chinese Confessions, 1963 Jade Cho For Hong Sing Yee 曹雄茂 〇 The story was clean. He was the son of his uncle. His uncle was a citizen. He knew every neighbor, pebble, rooster in the village that wasn’t his. 〇 To prove yourself, the lie must be clean. To the bone, as if […]
The Dancer Maryam Kazeem Still from The Broom (2019), Maryam Kazeem I’m holding on to a burly broom made of kanekalon hair. Brown braids, blue braids, orange dreads, classic black braids, and red twists are woven together in what can only be described as a strange monstrosity. I’m waiting in the parking lot […]
Kelly Taylor Mitchell, Bathing in Lake Drummond.
