“Interment” by Russell Smith
We see your silent and material portion
join the earth from which it once arose —
with no persona, perhaps in time
to build into another fabric, living or inert.
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Two Poems by Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin
Library, do you hold little books
bound in white with gold painted
crosses engraved on their covers?
The kind children receive on their
First Holy Communion Day.
Two Poems by Jackie Chou
I’ve dreamt of blue hair,
like everything else–
false lashes, red lipstick,
you, mother, called the color
of a monkey’s butt,
Two Poems by Thelma T. Reyna
You should be honored, so special that you are, circling the moon
when you were but a seed, a tiny nib of promise, one of hundreds
pouched in the Apollo astronaut’s suit, as his module blasted round and
Two Poems by Nidhi Agrawal
Your shape is my shape now,
I know every angle of you.
My eyes are full;
Images of your body are saved.
Four Poems by Jennifer Baptiste
I danced to the frequency of the earth
And the papiyon flew in sync with me
My hips swirled in the aura of my world
And the papiyon flowed with me
Three Poems by Toti O’Brien
Remember which is your tambourine.
Would be wise to tie a colorful ribbon
to the frame. Unless, yours is already
marked—a friend painted a glowing
sun on the skin—the frame was nicely
engraved with a wood-burner.
“Vows” by Sarah Flores
I’ve read about marriage
Comfortable tales of two dedicated people conquering life together
At times effortless
Perhaps with some struggle
Two Poems by Tara Tulshyan
Brewing Oolong in Wuyi Mama teach me how you pour cha on loaves of kaolinite, how it drools on the seared edges of bamboo, how it syrups down your lip, itching. Reserve a seat for me behind the mountain where white clouds abandon you. You describe the tea leaf as feeble, coated in soot that … Read more
Two Poems by Beverly Lafontaine
To the Homeless Man Lying Beneath the Overpass Between you and the smoke-choked sun tons of cement, asphalt, reinforced steel allow the passing overhead of twentieth century chariots to their allotted missions: home, hungry mouths and mewling bleach- rinsed dreams. You on your makeshift bed, one leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee in … Read more