on a kid listening to green day’s “dookie”
Francesca Tangreti
i wasn’t girl girl girl i was a plastic-wrapped pack of crayola putty in lurid blue
Raising a Boy on Your Own
John Grey
“When the boy tries on your dresses, is he imitating you?”
A Brief Defense of Jack Gilbert
Bruce Morton
On god, poets, and who has their hand on the throttle.
A Story about Floating
Tanya Castro
“My daddy was a real cowboy,
his horse was as real to the eye
as his horse was as black to the lake
at night”
Live Broadcast
Eric Abalajon
“The one that brought that melody with her to Toronto is also a heroine.”
It’s mid-March in Boston
Anahita Vieira
“But listen — no one asked you to reconcile the beauty and the horror.”
Blind Faith
Simra Sadaf
but you still want him to stay,
so you let him fuck you,
but baby girl, he will only bring
flowers to your funeral,
Control Alt Delete
Hedayat Reda
They say that patience is a virtue.
If so, then wasn’t Sisyphus
the most patient of us all?
Nostalgia of an Incomplete Christmas
Okolo Chinua
“I'm writing this piece about nostalgia, wondering what it would be like, a Christmas without Mama.”
Home Voyáge
Ruth Manino
After five decades together, refusing to let a pandemic upend the romance of their golden years.
After Bathing, I Yearn for Smoke
Christel Thompson
A poem about rituals, cleansing, and higher powers.
Still Life
Christopher Linforth
He kept a stiff upper lip, and lower lip, and brow, and gaze…
First Light
Faye Rapoport DesPres
A poem strictly for the birds—and those who tend to their baths.
Tragedy Mash
Haley Jenkins
“If you ever see me eating sweet potato mash out of a saucepan, you know it’s bad news.”
HAPPIER NEW YEAR
C. Adán Cabrera
“let us, at least today, embrace the yet-to-be
while we still pine
for a happier tomorrow.”
