supermarket tripsoriental’s not PC asian groceries frozen mung bean sprouts my kuya and i, still young stuck them to our necks held spikey jackfruitsto see who would last longest dad looking for shrimp smell of […]
Category: poetry
Boohoo you were born in a cult. (Nate Hoil)
The alien cult hacks your cellphone camera as the air conditioners keep your future corpse from spoiling. I hope you like soaking in marinated space. You are going to spin over flames on a stick. […]
Singing and Screaming and Silence (Ai Jiang)
What is the differencebetween singing and screaming,when the foreign lands we sing ofpush us out and leave usdrowning and screaming in the water? What is the differencebetween screaming and singing,when the words of our mother […]
Technically Trespassing (Shaemus Spencer)
You were dying for a long time,practically since you were bornbones twisted up all funny,balloon joints mostly metal by age eighteen.Wasn’t much you could do about it. People called you shitheadjunkie. I didn’t see it […]
Couplets for the United States in 2020 (Charlotte VanWerven)
Make a cathedral of 2020 andI’ll show up to confess I didn’t vote in 2016. I’ve neversaid that out loud. Fuck, I’ve never said that to anyone. My penance is to forgive myself, and that will […]
gifts of grief (Tiffany Shaw-Diaz)
all colors are pastel & jellyfish float in a violet skythe radio plays Brian Eno along with the comforting symphony of crickets the mall has always been dirt-freethe daily news is a loop of fresh lavenderbut there are no stars & moon no […]
Wichita train song (Christopher Walters)
I want to see the wonders of life, but I’ve only seen dead armadillos.At the stop light, two girls in a white suburban sing to me.Here I am, in a duplex, I cut off all […]
11:11 (Vic Nogay)
i need you all to dig a hole back to2003, blast some something corporatepaint your nails black andremember how it felt to feel—feelingwithout fear or shame or apprehension ormaybe feeling fear and shame and apprehension […]
The Necromancer Answers the Poet’s Plea (Godefroy Dronsart)
No ! For the last time, I cannotrevive poems, nor mend their bones,the shadows I stitch harbour nosymbols, no myths, no demonseven. It’s[…]
Rejection Letters 