By Mayda Alexandra del Valle
I want to ask you if you ever wanted to leave.
If you can see yourself living somewhere other than here…
If you can see yourself living somewhere other than here…
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- By Darius Simpsondo you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you… - By Samatar ElmiWho art in Cali.
Programmer by trade.
Thy start-up come,
thy will become
an FTSE 500.
Give us this day our… - By Hermelinda Hernandez Monjaras
- By Cheyenne Dakota WilliamsAt the diner three little indians sit horizontallyto each other at the bar seats.Two from Shiprock who…
- By Malcolm TariqYou may find her behind
Rowan Oak, a shadow
of fortress where then now
you find no real entry place. - By Anastasia Taylor-Lindv.
Isn’t it dangerous to be a woman? Surrounded by men, questions
about risk-taking, parenting (I’m childless… - By Phil Kayeand yes it does beg
the question why
a nine-year-old needs
two twenty-dollar bills still
sticky and … - By Zoe DoradoAll the second-gen immigrant Berkeley moms somehow all
went to Stanford. I’m laughing because
I want to… - By Lis SanchezAt the gangway, our demand was a straw pava.
We wore our demand jauntily cocked across our skull.
So what… - By Harryette MullenMy Mickey Mouse ears are nothing like sonar. Colorado is far less rusty than Walt's lyric riddles. If…
- By Anders Carlson-WeeI know you’re hungry for it.
More money. More news. Desperate
for any laurel that parades you
as happier… - By Cornelius EadyI’m here
to tell you
an old story.
This
Appears to be
my work.
I live
in the world,
Walk
the streets… - By Erin BelieuThe rich report greater levels of happiness,
& the study goes on to demonstrate
how we humans use money to save... - By Sean Cho A.our wages: hourly: paid not in effort or labor but in the value of being present
in attempt to ignore the empty glass: the glass fills up with itself.
the language of dreams always continues with and then/ is described
in unreachable tangible... - By Leia K. BradleyMarita, don’t tell me to pick one.
I am either barefoot or wearing six-inch Pleasers—
my gender is dirty-soled and naked or
... - By James CagneyI come from the kidnapped,
the assaulted—
my country’tis of reparations as in-store credit
... - By Salima RiveraOh give me a home
with a big landscaped lawn
four cars, a boat and a kitty.
For my heart yearns to be
any place that is free
of the urban decay of this city.
I’ll do my shopping at Gucci’s and Sak’s,
spend all of my... - By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are stars
and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers
obsessed with memorizing his lines,
making peace with the Big Director
in the sky who doesn’t like ad libs,
before all that, I was the star
of my own... - By JT LachausseTexaco. A lovely word. Ma chérie mâle. But I’m sick,
Shell-Belle. I’m driving slowly on guano. Seuls de petits
fragments existent encore, you hear that drilling apparatus?
After death I ought to hear new things. Loveless Shell-Belle.
Heroin contessa. Port Arthur baby with your...