THE SADDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN by David Lenna
The Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Seen (Chapter I)
My left palm still hurts. Going, preparing without a backpack on my back. My left palm still hurts so much that...
I SLAM RHYMES by Jamie Gibbons
I SLAM RHYMES
Cocoons hangCaterpillars crawlButterflies have wingsYet I'm floor boundI'm forced to walkJamie curves words like they're baseballsThey're coming faster than gale force nineLadies and gentlemenDistressed Butterfly presents...
AS CINZAS DO SOL by Roseangelina Batista
AS CINZAS DO SOLby Roseangelina Batista As Cinzas do SolCegam o céu;Secam o sal de Pernem.Dão bocadinhos à luaDe açafrão e cal.Cai, cai pó-ente, Põe cinzas d’ouroNos tetracantos da mente.Cinzas da ÍndiaSerpenteiam em minhas águas:Brindes...
THE FROGS OF SUN YAT SEN UNIVERSITY by Miodrag Kojadinovic
Among the Lotophagoi
I ate lotus, (Full) Moon cakes,and yet the memory loss was onlythe expected fatigue of carbohydrate cells.Southern China was not Ogygia, what with the palms,mangos and...
SACRIFICE By Georgia Eugenides
SACRIFICEBy Georgia Eugenides THE SUMMER I NEVER HADin the morningi search for myself everywhere,under ivory sheets that smell of cinnamon, between porcelain jarson the highest kitchen shelf and among blue, crossed outpoems in...
GASLIGHTING by Amy Gautschi
GASLIGHTINGNothing can be found hereThere is no space to growThe walls are moving closerI don’t know where to goUp is to the leftExcept when it’s to the rightOutside the sun is shiningBut...
EQUUS by Fara Spence
Equus.
We called him Equus, a black horse bucking inside a desert corral because he wouldn’t be broken. He was still feral, they said. Stubborn as a mule. Later...
MASTERPIECE by Margot Hughes
Masterpiece
“I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bedfrom boys who bury promises in her belly.”—Kristina Haynes
Her body was a junkyard: a potpourriof someone...
OLD PAINT COLORS by Sheree LaPuma
Old Paint Colors
Before he died, we shared a common history.The slow unfurling of breath, a womb, twohands, a tapestry of goodbyes in sepia. Aplacenta, grey, buried under the...
CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar
Cardinal Sins
One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind,
Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers,...
