Karisma Price
Bless the children who are compared to the white ones. Praise the project bricks and the men inside selling white ones. […]
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Jeanann Verlee
Go. Leave the apartment threadbare,
stripped of its sheets & area rugs. […]
Amie Zimmerman
that it wasn’t him, it was her. She was a cavern.
I think sometimes I wish
your tongue could sneak
like crocus, the base buried in indigo,
tip flushed purple on the tiniest of stems. […]
Aziza Barnes
Aziza Barnes is blk & alive. Born in Los Angeles, Aziza currently lives in Oxford, Mississippi. Her first chapbook, me Aunt Jemima and the nailgun, was the first winner of the Exploding Pinecone Prize and […]
Kaveh Akbar
Without the benefit of fantasy
I can’t promise I’ll be of any use.
Left to the real world I tend
to swell up like roots in the rain,
tend to get all lost in hymns
and astrology charts. Lately
Left to the real world I tend
to swell up like roots in the rain, […]
Saddiq Dzukogi
New work by Saddiq Dzukogi plus an interview with Phillip B. Williams
I have been there
as you were last night
at the beach to see
if the sea has returned
our footprints […]
José Olivarez
the belt is an extension of dad and dad is an extension of god. the boy is an extension of dad too. the belt is just one thread tying them together. the boy prays the belt stays wrapped around dad’s waist. the belt does not believe in god, but if the belt did believe in anything, the belt would call it purpose. […]
Keith Leonard
Poems by Keith Leonard and a conversation between Keith and Phillip B. Williams. […]
Sleeping Naked With “Just a Friend”: Examining the Line Between Relationships, Friendships, and Fuckingships
by Hari Ziyad
A friend asked if he could sleep naked in bed with me. A few days before, I lay naked in the arms of another man—a friend too, perhaps my best, but a lover first, I thought. […]
Emilia Phillips
Poetry of Emilia Phillips and a conversation between Phillip B. Williams and Emilia. […]