Three Poems

Three Poems

a boy, with stains of juice ringing his mouth turned and asked his mother —How long do I have stay here? —On earth.

 

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Francine Cunningham



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Four Poems

I part her legs for the pulp. Unsolve the tempest. Landlocked bodies silent as a shipwreck in a gale.

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Sunayana Bhargava



Desk Job

Makai Andrews


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Three Poems

Three Poems

My wife senses my growing pains, and does not love me as she did when we were eighteen.

 

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Francine Cunningham



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Four Poems

Fisayo Adeyeye



Two Poems

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Desk Job

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Two Poems

Wilderness Sarchild



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Two Poems

I didn’t hear from you for two weeks, so I assumed you were dead. Walking home late at night, I imagined I might find you somewhere in the shadow of a tree. 

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Francine Cunningham



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Bones and playing pretend

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Nonnie Augustine



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Fisayo Adeyeye



Two Poems

Sunayana Bhargava



Desk Job

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Two Poems

Wilderness Sarchild



Bones and playing pretend

Bones and playing pretend

I didn’t know how to tell her I was more horrified by a story than by the cerebrospinal fluid collecting obscenely in her dying brain.

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Francine Cunningham



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Bones and playing pretend

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Four Poems

Fisayo Adeyeye



Two Poems

Sunayana Bhargava



Desk Job

Makai Andrews


Two Poems

Wilderness Sarchild



Desk Job

Desk Job

There are babies in cribs built on old motors and worn engines, with shards of glass caked in their fingernails and motor oil stuck in their teeth.

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Three Poems

Francine Cunningham



Three Poems

Mahan Ellison



Bones and playing pretend

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City Folk

Nonnie Augustine



Four Poems

Fisayo Adeyeye



Two Poems

Sunayana Bhargava



Desk Job

Makai Andrews


Two Poems

Wilderness Sarchild



City Folk

City Folk

Sweet Mother of Jesus look and learn, Macky, my boy. Learn of the woman's high heels, low neck, short skirt, tight-belted waist for the love of Saints Peter and Paul.

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Three Poems

Francine Cunningham



Three Poems

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Bones and playing pretend

Amogha Sridhar


City Folk

Nonnie Augustine



Four Poems

Fisayo Adeyeye



Two Poems

Sunayana Bhargava



Desk Job

Makai Andrews


Two Poems

Wilderness Sarchild



Two Poems

Two Poems

I love the blood that makes me a woman, that connects me to the moon. To the ocean tides.

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Three Poems

Francine Cunningham



Three Poems

Mahan Ellison



Bones and playing pretend

Amogha Sridhar


City Folk

Nonnie Augustine



Four Poems

Fisayo Adeyeye



Two Poems

Sunayana Bhargava



Desk Job

Makai Andrews


Two Poems

Wilderness Sarchild