Alyssa Nasser, "Ominous Ocean Fun"
In a sullen night outside the bar,
el borracho stumbled to his car
His breath was stained of smoke,
Modelo and grains of coke
In...
They see her mouth
and call it a weapon
not the way it sings sweet lullabies
or shapes the names of her dead into golden memories.
They see her walk
and call it a threat
not the rhythm of survival...
Galaxy Rodriguez, "Black Goo"
Black Mold
The mirror is broken.
Cracks spiral and spider and scramble, outward and into me
I hold my reflection by it’s jagged edges as she distorts...
Will Bland, "Demolition Woman"
Every other week it's something else, something new.
The same cat and mouse
round and round running back into my arms,
you weep and whine.
We...
Evelyn Rondan, "Untitled"
I feel strangely about the ordinary
the intermissions of our dances of tradition
how savory they taste, they fall on our tongues that crave
for tomorrow
like beautiful...
