Sanam Sheriff
& the nozzle is mouth enough,
& the engine cuts like a fine blade
sharpening the redwoods
into a funeral of hands, grasping […]
October 2018
Patrick Williams
Never pick a fight with anyone
who still buys blank media in bulk.
Remember the bliss of auto-reverse, […]
Dana Koster
Summer afternoons, we make a game
of collecting empty shells
spit from a shotgun chamber: silver […]
Laura Villareal
My mom tried to reclaim me in small ways like teaching me cumbia. When I was young she used to lean in after spinning me to say: el borracho will lean in too close, breathing his hot alcohol on your neck, that’s when you know it’s time to leave. […]
Christopher Rose
I remember how the school laughed, marveling
how a pretty white boy could take a beating
when a pair of sistas jumped him on 10th Ave […]
Kate Lindroos
I learn that to want
there to be monsters
is perhaps monstrous itself […]