By Emma Eisler 1. cornflower as a child, i press fingers to my neck and search for gills, widen my eyes in the mirror – irises sea-blue like captured pools of water. in the bathtub, i am seal-slick and mermaid-lovely. ducking my head under, hair that haloes around me, bubbles that rise between my lips. … Continue reading
By Ana Penavić Cento compiled from Troubadour Logic written by Brent Terry, and from The Bijak of Kabir translated by Linda Hess Son of a slut! there’s no hope: I’ve burned my own house down. A dumb man illumines “I’m the greatest. My house is secure. Let the house burn, as long as my things … Continue reading
By Zahavah Rojer There are puddles that go down into the earth forever, and you fell into one. At first, you didn’t realize that it was an unusual puddle other than the fact that it didn’t reflect sunlight so much as absorb it, like a small black hole in the middle of the sidewalk. Still, … Continue reading
By Anna Canny Images in grainy blue. Horoscope says Rose (moon) colored glasses. Trembling, crooning when he takes me in his arms I learned those chords. Heaven sighs sun-lined clouds ruin the charm of cold, picking fingers. I’d like to cry Imagine everyday words we baked fresh bread I’m wearing warm socks tonight. Do you … Continue reading
By Stephanie Tom Hexes for Your Exes a poem May you get stung by a dozen bees, may you get hit by a falling star; May you trip and always scrape both knees, May you run out of gas in your car. Although you might think this absurd, I hope your hand cramps during essay … Continue reading
By Sarah Chefka CENTO COMPILED OF LINES FROM DIGEST, BY GREGORY PARDLO AND THE POETRY OF ARAB WOMEN, A POETRY ANTHOLOGY PUBLISHED IN 2001 I don’t know what is in me I can’t contain. Come, the poem falls from the faucet. We: a Chinese New Year, red, gold, red, gold, red, gold. From the primeval … Continue reading
By Emma Condie dirt in the creases of the skin of the bottoms of my feet tough calluses rub leaves and rock toes dig deeper into soil roots straining farther from my heels all the way down through the ground deep into the dirt. Continue reading
By Ana Penavić The whale swallowed us whole after he looked at us with one big round eye (bulbous) (soft) (blue) mouth opened wide The waves crashed against him creating a maelstrom outside our walls but within was the tender rocking of ourselves Do we build a life here in this whale? Amongst the sea … Continue reading
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