Poem: Sara Biggs Chaney

isfreedomathing

A poem inspired by my students who asked, “is freedom even a thing?” I once heard an almost perfect song played by a virtuoso. The longest note ran through the hills of Pennsylvania with a tone like blue thread twining through the sugar maples. Beneath sound, breath: Ranging rasp of iron rafters creaking across clouded … Continue reading

Poem: Tamer Mostafa

letter_lucy

Letter to Lucy Corin When I was younger, I remember hearing stories about racism (and I’ve understood since the attacks that racism is just twisting a pressure valve), and I remember conditioning myself to absorb the abuse as some form of pity, to see the treatment as proof of my existence, a recessive nerve captivated … Continue reading

Poem: Greta Hayer

love_potion

Love Potion You watch her dance around the kitchen, the rhythm in her hips and hands. She is something between a witch and an alchemist; spices swirl in a cauldron, while egg yolks glisten like molten gold. She dances, pinching myrtle and coriander into the steaming pot. Adding a splash of her best wine and … Continue reading

Poem: Michael Mark

nightmare

My Mother’s Nightmare My mother’s eyes force me into the cave of their bedroom. I am to put my ear to his chest, to know for sure my father is breathing. I wait for him to move, to groan, for my courage to lower my head. This is not my nightmare. The heat, the smell … Continue reading

Poem: Yuan Changming

yes

Y.E.S. Y You are really obsessed with this letter Yes, because it contains all the secrets of Your selfhood: your name begins with it You carry y-chromosome; you wear Y-pants; both your skin and heart are Yellowish; your best poem is titled Y; you seldom seek the balance between Yin and yang; you never want … Continue reading

Poem: Alex Stolis

silenzio

Stillhet; Cisza; Silenzio You show me your scars, one for each sin. I trace them make them my own. There is no moon, no street sounds and sunrise is a story, fragile and green. You tell me about going to Warsaw alone for seven days. How it was hot and black. How you walked all … Continue reading

Poem: Dylan Crawford

wood_division

Wood Division I. I pull over and step into the flame of New Mexico’s summer, into a white canvas sky that scatters clouds of lace across the angry face of the eastern horizon. The distance shimmers. Small stones are brittle under my boots, angry beetles pressed for shade. Slow fade before a last glance and … Continue reading

Poem: Jeff Burt

beforethewind

Before the Wind Comes Up Tossed and turned by a short sleepless night in July-high heat I rose with the crow before the sun struck the stars from the sky and walked the four miles to work down a road where a hawk and I were the only motion and stopped on a bridge to … Continue reading

Poem: Allyson Whipple

mustangisland

On Mustang Island Nothing is cool, not even the water. Fish roll through waves. No point complaining about weather. You get tossed in any condition. Waves thrash a smitten man. And me. Ocean salt mingles with mine. Sand grinds skin he wishes he could touch. I don’t fall in love on beaches. Allyson Whipple makes … Continue reading

Poem: Anthony DiMatteo

theriverthesky

The River, The Sky Paul Klee said he would work so as not to cry. But where do tears go if not to the same root? Compressing the sky into a single bolt is hard work even for the sky, much less the artist rubbing a bow on the edge of a sheet of tin … Continue reading

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