Letter to London by Dean Atta

I wish you would find a way to say you miss me, not through my mother or my friends. I wish the bells of St Paul’s Cathedral would call my name. I wish Shakespeare’s Globe would creak for me to walk its boards again. I wish paint would weep from every...

our annual guest by Sameeya Maqbool

So, whoever sights [the new moon of] the month, let him fast. Holy Qur’an he sails from an island eleven months after watching his reflection in the face of the sky we dust the foul language from our tongues wash away the music sleeping in our eardrums as he knocks on...

Poem with Tiramisu, Sibling Past Thirty-Eight by Jon Riccio

We eat at Olive Garden after learning if our father had stronger kidneys a portion of his intestines could have been purposed into a replacement bladder— the pouch / elimination toss weighing on cancer-free lips. My sister repeats the doctor’s credentials: University...

Poet Trying On A Western by Leslie Grollman

Why not the Western, full of spit ‘n brawl, as horse-you-rode-in-on, or the loyal Buckskin by a grave Why not as Diamondback, all hiss and fit As Longhorn, all graze and cud Why not as fiddle, all pluck, and torrent of foot-stomping Why not ok, boomer at the O.K....

Take It from Someone Who Knows by Hanna Thomas Uose

You must love yourself Here’s how you do it: Forget about your mother and father Meet them only in your dreams Accept your age and always think it young Pay attention to the crawl that creeps Up your spine when not attuned Then do the opposite of whatever you are...

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