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Colonization Via Transcription Algorithm Nicola Andrews I love and miss my whānau I try my best for my hapū and iwi I keep my whakapapa close Trying to keep everything tika I keep my taonga close to my skin I look starward and remember my kaumātua I reflect on our mokopuna, and Consider […]
QUIETLY WAITING FOR MY ANGEL TO EMERGE, MOTH-LIKE, FROM HER BOX Gabrielle Octavia Rucker I should be a better driver, a wiser architect than this. Three turns at the helm of my kaleidoscope & the body pivots to the weather it rides. I might forget the altitude’s lack, might wonder the math attached […]
Relativity Aundeah J. Kearney Forget the clock face its incessant periodicity, its modular elision of root erasure of origin until the day forgets itself across the folded noon, I’d like to forget all things, too, the starlight’s red crawl across a faithless cosmos If we stand here, motionless, without even our breath displacing […]
lie white a Iqra Khan dinner for late to translated google Pashto late is back and —lunch for lunch for ؟knows who ؟day next ؟again you see I […]
How Not to Become a Ghost en el Desierto Gerardo Pachero Matus rub your fingertips to the bone with a glass shard if la migra scan your fingerprints, they will know you’re alivethey’ll know you live in Texas they’ll know you slaughtered pigs and cows in a meat processing plant without documentos or […]
N I N O Y A Q U I N O Kyle Seamus Brosnihan where filipinos depart fly to america austria abu dhabi nurses teachers clerks laborers make money send through western union care packages stuffed with letters sweets pants blouses books postcards photos of work at boston city hospital return thirty years […]
Two Poems By Joshua Aiken daydream of a garden poprock lilac little morsel of I don’t have to die today reviving the runic: the candied lithe with fearfulness wasted on a husk eke out grief’s four-leafed- remorse where I confess: stay warm. be safe. be gentle; with your life don’t forget— they will […]
from edentata Naieka Raj i hear them eating, <confesses grandecho> the strangers on screen, volume upped till life: crunch on my tongue. <again she’d become noise i’m unable to grasp, holey portraits strung around her neck of pale women with invisible bites, vacuum between lips> blow your nose, <she spits> stop crying. thirty-two minutes & […]
They Say It’s Better to Have Loved and Lost Than to Never Have Loved at All Noah Arhm Choi Dear voice box shaped like a violin’s neck now thickening with T, I can’t say I’ve ever loved you unless love means missing the teeth I gave to the tooth fairy for how naturally […]