Brittany Rogers
I looked at my Aunt Sarah skin;
my stay out the sun-
You already an eclipse-face. […]
2017
Paul Crenshaw
Brian wouldn’t stay dead,
days when we gathered together,
fingers forming triggers, […]
Ajise Vincent
yester night, they bared their skins of everything,
of clothes & worries. from the crown of their head
to the sole of their feet, naked. two bodies, […]
Jae Nichelle
Children don’t play outside no more leads to daughters don’t help in the kitchen no more and I drop rice on the carpet but kick it towards my cousin so it looks like she did it […]
Mackenzie Berry
Blood oranges taste the sweetest,
how they drip red down a chin without a cut, […]
Andrew Collard
Where the grass is tall enough to whip
and a mailbox covered with faded stickers
lies sideways in the gravel, roadside— […]
Joanna Penn Cooper
Certain odd little thrills: Speaking to the man behind the counter in between hiccups. […]
Afua Ansong
Mama says I’m killing Jesus
again every time I return home […]
Wendy Chin-Tanner
Wendy Chin-Tanner is the author of Turn (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2014), which was a finalist for the Oregon Book Awards. Some of her poems and essays can be found at The Collagist, The Rumpus, The Huffington Post, xoJane, RHINO, and Denver Quarterly. […]
Karisma Price
Bless the children who are compared to the white ones. Praise the project bricks and the men inside selling white ones. […]