Issue 11 Poetry

When the houses become hollow, when they were never full

When the houses become hollow, when they were never full 750 500 Dania Daoud

I think it came in a segregated coffee house in Jerusalem. After the bakers had gone home and the freedom fighters and writers sighed in unison “our work here is…

All the Reasons

All the Reasons 745 569 Dionne Custer Edwards

In a windswept town of few people, everyone pretends to stay afloat. Otherwise you stand out among splendor, sapphire in mines, freshwater lake, a lone pine in the mountains, bit…

Terror Song

Terror Song 1539 883 Rob Cook

O Lord hiding in the sand— For how long have scorpions filled you— O Lord you are a scorpion getting smaller How many nights have only helicopters loved us— O…

This is the Hour of Lead

This is the Hour of Lead 960 720 Melanie Kristeen

After Emily Dickinson When I was a Little boy, I was Carved From My Mother During Tangerine season—Her Skin a rind Peeled back—Ghost Orchids Bloom In Swamps—Precious Little things—Petals like…

My brother wants me to buy a gun

My brother wants me to buy a gun 750 500 Sam Stebbins

says it makes him worry I don’t have one already, tells me about where he keeps all the fire- arms he has collected, under the bed, the glove box, the…

White

White 1600 1001 Susan Trofimow

White is a word that suggests reflection— sweet as frosting or privilege or birth. Smoke blown across a heavy sky, a body outlined in chalk. White is a way to…

sonnet of the black boy turned ghost

sonnet of the black boy turned ghost 1920 1521 Jason B. Crawford

We give black boys so much grief for their bones Rip the teeth from the gum and let them hang What body of melanin does not drown? Search for a…

Dear America

Dear America 1125 1600 Adrian S. Potter

Header photograph © Brielle Epoh.

Museum of Ash

Museum of Ash 1920 1439 Xe M. Sanchez

Your eyes are a comfortable religion for those poems which want to find a last hope. I am your fervent devout. I make for you this sacrifice of pagan words…

You asked, ‘Where are you from?’

You asked, ‘Where are you from?’ 1213 1600 Hunter Blackwell

I am from my mother’s womb of Smithfield, my father’s seed of Brodnax. I am from prairies full of red clay mud. I am from swampy grass plains, where mosquitoes…

On ghetto street as a fem

On ghetto street as a fem 750 500 Ugonna-Ora Owoh

Header photograph © Joanna C. Valente.

Crowbar

Crowbar 1920 1440 Remi Skytterstad

Header photograph © Elle Danbury.

Signs and Wonders

Signs and Wonders 1095 883 Will Cordeiro

This dark-feathered bird with a smoker’s leathery voice perches on a wire. It searches the horizon. It coughs out ceaselessly a mocking squawk—you interpret it as a cosmic joker, imploring…

If you are still, you are still resisting

If you are still, you are still resisting 1920 1043 SK Grout

Header photograph © Suman Kabiraj.

I Was Told the Risks and Still

I Was Told the Risks and Still 960 528 Emily Blair

while the boys around me drank I sat and smoked cigarettes and leaned and smoked cigarettes and drank exactly one two-dollar PBR, bare stomach / short shorts / mini dress…

On the Anniversary of an X-Ray

On the Anniversary of an X-Ray 1920 931 Travis Chi Wing Lau

Header photograph © Suman Kabiraj.

If I believed in the ninth step I might

If I believed in the ninth step I might 1632 883 Danielle Rose

want / & then count the number of bottles like rings in a tree to determine my age / because to make restitution is economic here someone has to give…

Hoop Dreams

Hoop Dreams 883 883 Lauren Scharhag

Mi bisabuela got her ears pierced at two days old. Who knows who actually pierced her tiny infant lobes—her mother, a midwife, a neighbor, almost certainly a woman. After one…

Close Cart
Back to top