Breauna L. Roach
And here I am again
asking myself how
a Negro spiritual
about liberation
came to be a term for
naïve hopefulness […]
May 2016
Casey Thayer
New work plus an interview with Phillip B. Williams
bullet: what thunder, teeth / in the threat, / blade in the sheath, / blood-letter bought / over the counter as easy as aspirin, an Oxy, / to take into the body, / what the deed / leaves, a hand that reaches / across the field’s divide, / snake coiled in the warren, / mole mazing the loam, / what the body carries, / what’s left / of the fire, […]
Rachel McKibbens
the first time
I came back to life
was in 1980. […]
Willy Palomo
They look like tortillas
& yanquis can’t tell the difference
entre mexicano y guanaco,
entrées como accents y pimienta. […]
Linda Ashok
She comes from a village of India
eating gourds that birds eat for fever […]
Becca Shaw Glaser
Beautiful I said but didn’t mean it
of course I didn’t it had a huge pink flange at the top like a flopping squid
and lay against his belly […]
D.A. Lockhart
Night comes on too swiftly
in the dusk that hides behind
hundreds of wind turbines,
slow red embers igniting […]
Tanya Muzumdar
On Forester Pass we shot the shit, crowing to those who didn’t know us, avatars of who we wanted to be. Can- dies crushed to confetti in our packs, bragging about where we lived. We […]
Nkosi Nkululeko
You would’ve had to have been there to see the moon,
bloody as a hemorrhage, beneath the sky, stars scattered
like chippings of bones. So odious it had to be elegant,
hung in the dark’s net, me below the celestial bulb. […]
Wale Owoade
Falling soldiers and a shoulder
painted the wall red. My dreams
broke the midnight. A dancing body
dressed in fire, the voice of bullets […]