Sarah Louise Garrido
Revealing what’s been waited for, / the sun announces itself.
In the morning the sound of streets goes with the cars. / Tip of the dream phenomenon.
YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY PRECIOUS SON
She said on the day of his / execution. Can you imagine?
Now imagine a clean delineation, / to deliver some things / just by pulling them around.
Shadab Z. Hashmi
Qasida of the One who Assumed the Posture of the Slave
Beloved, where was I to look / but in the mixed beads / of ablution and sweat
Emily Kendal Frey
OBSERVATION SHOULD BE THE BASIS OF EXPRESSION
You stood there / The words sort of rushing / At that person / You used to love
Targhee National Forest
I am with other pilgrims near the corn chips.
The summer after the tornado / my family lived / in the Residence Inn, and we had to get away.
East of Center
The desert climbs East / into the watermelon mountains, / Offering its cactus flowers to boulders
When Mama says / Fists up / We ready to swing
Polyphemus, Sable Island
Ignorance! Ignorance! Ignorance lit! Vitric / twist of sun! O / the plastic brain!
I masturbated in a synagogue. I ate kangaroo meat. I filled the bottom of a tent with vomit.
47 Poems: A Poem
Wrapt in gentle tulle chiffon / silk and linen / cup my balls in lukewarm saline
MEMOIR/COMPOSITION WITH FISH
There as an abstract silver quality not belonging / to any frenzy or food
To Join Always
Absolutely necessary is to join always more things. / And further because I think the wind.
Raquel Salas Rivera
moon / swallower of magnifying glasses / scalpel of light
Shannon D. Bushnell
I’ve Been Looking for Jobs in Antarctica
Memories are like stars / Admire the sky as a whale
I keep saying it out loud, your name / meaning April, meaning Spring.
The waves wash me up in an imaginary bikini. / I put my fingers in your mouth, / and you push me under.
Black Like Me
I’m so black that I make Micheal Blackson / not seem so / Black, son
the glass pinecones / reflect your cold climate character
Stand at the sink shelling pistachios / contemplating how well the Xanax is / working.
We are thirsty and we wish for rain
We speak towards proper weather. / Towards knowing the horizon as well as / our heft, our hips.
The president is shooting holes / Through my bedsheet. Why are / you laughing?
April 28, 2013
you had / a little headache from / the light dinner / of boiled flowers
A red wherever / sunlight has fallen
Money Is Murder
I once heard / of a teenager / who threw / a fifty-cent piece / off a highway overpass
Emily Kendal Frey
WE TURN OUR ATTENTION TO THE DARKNESS OF INFINITE SPACE
My feelings for you have yellowed / Turkey sandwich, ham sandwich
Dena Rash Guzman
this is scatterbrain / a theory of a war-torn mind
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