all of our ancestor’s/memories have already/been tattooed in our DNA/like the want for water,/the desire for a future/we are afraid to experience Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
Poetry by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza
i never knew /who i could be til i died for the thousandth time. /til i erased every word i wrote and killed the pen. Continue reading
Poetry by Luther Hughes
i’m quiet in this poem/ consumed/
bullet by bullet, by what’s left/
of us. of what’s to come./
but who’s to say? the night/
is wide. arduous. doesn’t budge./
even for me. Continue reading
Poetry by Len Lawson
We’re Talking about Practice Selected words from an excerpt of the infamous Allen Iverson interview arranged according to frequency After Franny Choi. Sixer deteriorate downhill contradicting press conference ball league 48 minutes winner city trading coaching staff yadayada die funny critique criticized criticizing automatically strange honored microphone matters obviously cool tough corner daughter daughters … Continue reading
Poetry by E Yeon Chang
Mother, the other night I had a fever and I could not find my Tylenol I assume everything wrong with me is related to the womb so I swallowed a week’s worth of birth control and dreamt about my overdose When I first asked about a prescription you said I was a murderer and … Continue reading
Poetry by Matthew L. Thompson
No ground to hold us captive or voice to call our existence sin got women with chest unleashed dancing free in the rain got men soaking very conscious of their stiffening meat and there’s trees and buzzing things zipping by dodging the thickness of the air and the blurred hurriedness of bothered hands the women … Continue reading
Poetry by Isabel Quintero
corazón (ko.ra.son) (noun) [can refer to] : 1. organ from which blood is pumped through the rest of the body; 2. Mexican colloquialism, term of endearment, i.e pet name for a loved one. ex: Corazón, te amo de la tierra a la luna y de regreso mil veces.; 3. that thing you’ve dug your heel … Continue reading
Poetry by Jonathan Jacob Moore
frank ocean and all black things that disappear on their own you deserve time before the proverbial train hits and the album drops you both prepare for the reactions molecular and digital: “where this nigga at” he lived full and died empty. and ain’t that what they say about you, frank? you in hiding … Continue reading
Issue 8 Poetry: Crash the Margins
For issue 8, each editor selected their pieces based off of particular, meaningful themes. We’ve decided to publish these works as a folio in their specific genre so readers can feel how they interact and create a dialogue with each other. Get ready to read dangerously. Poetry: Crash the Margins Guest Editor: Kamden Hilliard … Continue reading
Poetry by Xandria Phillips
You took the knife out of my hands, told me I was worth your time and pursuit for my smooth bones encased in the marbled meat of the season. Continue reading
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