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  • The City – Jason B. Crawford

    i am lost here // somewhere between infinite and unforgiving// i stand at these street corners and yell obscenities in the air// hear them echo back // know what it sounds like to be callednames but remain scabbed // numb to the hairs tightlybraiding nooses around my neck every time I drive by anofficer //…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Shelter – Jonathan Douglas Dowdle

    Come and listen to the floorsMoan out their complaints; we’ll record them,Recite them with our footstepsAs we walk through the houseRemembering how we arrived hereFrom the twisted wreckage of days,Surviving the flames that tried to eatWith lips of furyWhatever remained of our faith. Come and listen to the walls; We will fill them with our…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Ts’ulo’ob – Joshua Gage

    Let this be the hourthat refugees deport camp guardswho stare at the concrete floorbeyond the chain link of the cagesas their papers are stamped in Spanishwith secret destinations;let this be the hourthat ICE rifles blister their palmsand nightsticks shatter against their hands;let this be the hourthat brown-skinned familiesdrowned on the way northare resurrected to sip…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Disassociated – Ceresa Morsaint

    It is a city of nightand blurry, orange lights. A city of bridgesharboring secrets under the water. I am here in flesh only. A body on warm leather, cold windows. and split from this- I am floating. In the constellation raindropson the glass of my window,I connect dots,to music and the peaceful sounds of summer…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Samsara – Jason O’Toole

    Let the children have cupcakesAnd furniture to jump onTen more minutes before bedtime You know what’s comingLet them have some joy before For all we knowFive or six years before tonightTheir souls were leaving broken bodiesIn a Mexico City traffic accidentAwaiting divine judgement in a Serbian nursing homeOr floating above their wasted carcassRemorseful at having…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • The Butterfly Chest – Alexis Pearson

    It’s time to drag the chest from the corner of the attic.The one with             the butterflies             in it. Sometimes I rip the nails from the floorboards and try to swallow them straight down my throat without the tip of the nail poking my insides. Momma says…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Queen – Lexie Reese

    Work Part I 10 years old She braids her dancing spirals smoothWith fingers holding memory.Handmade heart. Her mother’s eyes a summary:To bend, to weed, to wash, to reachThat perfect peach Beyond the grace of patchwork smiles Whose pink suffuses laundry carts;Infinite piles,Their centers drift and sag apart. Yet once she rinses all her miles Of…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Motion – Sudeep Soparkar

    Well it seems that the key to lifeIs to simply maintain motionSince I can’t see the moving airI guess I will duplicate the oceanI have found I am better off movingSo I will let these currents do the choosingBecause I can’t decide myselfIf my self-worthIs worth provingI have got wounds that need soothingI am tired…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • At the Touch of a Kiss – Shakhawat Tipu

    At the touch of a kissThe sea of mind was swept awayUproar tide Shakhawat Tipu, born in 1971, lives in Dhaka. He is a distinguished bilingual poet, editor and critical thinker from Bangladesh. He is also a journalist. The prominent figure of the new Bengali poetic language movement, Tipu established himself as the leading poet…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • The Church Closed on a Sunday – Aremu Adams

    The young girl moves up on stilettoes,The church denies her entry on Sunday. It’s 8am, the church is closed. Sentry-Man says rapture is exclusive in nature. The young girl moves up the stairs & sits.Her sins are as heavy as her countenance. She has committed Gomorrah, a contagion.My poem & the birds doubt she would…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • on scene – Tohm Bakelas

    it was Sunday May 6thwe met up at the cemeterywhere my grandparents resideand buried my mom well, a portion of what remained of herit had been five months and two dayssince she died afterwards we stood aroundnot saying muchamazed we even found the gravestone i learned i was the only one whostill visited the cemeteryit…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • An Open Letter to My Brain´s Remains – Bekah Black

    Darling, I love you. I don’t knowWhat I did but I’m sorry. Take me backGive me what I want. What I need.Let me slip my hands beneath the skullAnd cup you in my palms, breathe a kissOn your tender membrane, coax you to a place of pity.Or, if you’d prefer, I could crush you like…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • Our last moments together – T. Ben Bryant

    our last momemts together                          t                      u                  csparrows      t h e                  s         …

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • The Allotment Guy – Gareth Culshaw

    He grows his leeks upside downas he says the world is inside out. A row of carrots shoulder the soil,The holes in his jeans are from the knuckles of bone that have becomecrooked with every shovel lift or wheelbarrow rumble. The weathersits in his eyebrows, and time creases his skin. But he doesn’t care.He grows…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • Conjuring my Last Lover – RC deWinter

    when i imagine youyou’re a chimeraassembled fromassorted partsthat somehowneatly fit togetherin a patchwork ofsurprising harmony your hearti’ve stolen froma bold gold lionlawless untamedking of beastssomehow it beatsthis royal heartin steady rhythmmatching mine your armssinuous and strongi have abductedfrom a bearboth brave and cleverbut they endnot in those vicious clawscapable of rendingtender fleshbut in strong handscapable…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • Take Two – Prairie Dyck

    How to take the stains out of blood‘Gently used’ surpasses a euphemismUnzip the front and it all falls outIntestines and indiscretions puddle on the floorDistressed genes not in a fashionable wayBiological anarchy, synapses with hydrogen stabilityWeighed down with gold turning to leadNot enough alchemists around to contrive valueLanding softer than expected on moss fieldsGrown beneath…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • Eclipse – Karina G-Lopez

    DaisyAn eclipseSalt of the earthPepper and paprikaSeasoned strands, rootsRed rollers Rolling pinsSaffron stained handsCafe y azucar y salsaNo chips on shouldersBate que bateEn su bataA batellarA majarY guallarLa GuerrierraA mastermindHer cocina is a canvasSeamstress, chef and artistFoods that sootheSew and stitchStents and stitchesShe kneadsShe kneelsShe is churchShe is CarnivalMemories and mistakesUnwritten memoirsMoonshine before midnightManzanilla in…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • to Death – Jennie Lee Harris

    I told you my fear and      ​you laughed​;    but I was serious     and I was true—I do not want to leave my youth. Age and fragility,             they scare me—     I’m bigger than spiders       and darker than the darkbut time is beyond me …

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • enough. – Mari Jagt

    i am enough,i have a bodyto fit with the mountain ranges the precipices of my spinedaunting and snow-cappedmy back grows jack-pinesand sequoia trees alikemy mouth flows outfreshwater lakes even thoughmy toes are dipped inthe salt of the ocean i am enough, my curvesmimic crashing wavesmy soft stomach a flowerbed of irises and liliesmy eyes have…

    Poetry, Spring 2019

  • THE WAITRESS – D.E. La Valle

    On days when I don’t want to workMy body Cocoon-likeI imagine Passing through purgatorial loops Mind narrowed to a pinpoint Arms and legs swinging Heavy Each plate A fish-scented Sisyphean effort                                           —— I take…

    Poetry, Spring 2019