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...

Lost Ones by Lebo Disele

Drifting in and out of consciousness, I ask myself why I am so drowsy… The answer is a dull ache somewhere deep in a place I cannot name or touch. Does the body respond to emotional pain the same way it responds to physical pain? I am trying not to shut down… Babe,...

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