By Andy Chen
On my sixth day of Covid I venture
with tea, a notebook, and the last of the peaches
out back to our…
with tea, a notebook, and the last of the peaches
out back to our…
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- By E. Ethelbert Millerhere
near the entrance to the subway
the underground
we stand in each other’s eyes
once lovers
now … - By MirabaiTranslated By Chloe MartinezJust let him go! Honey, who calls a yogi her own?
He’s always indifferent to me, sister, he makes no sense. - By Jim WhitesideWe are in the trophy room, facing a wall of glass-eyed,
lacquered things, when he says, I will never … - By Dorothea LaskyI still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think… - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing this… - By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Countee CullenWhat if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know.
That it is so,
Having heard? - By Caroline Harper NewA man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
pigeons, whom his clock feeds or starves
at random. Their tiny twitching heads exaggerate until... - By Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick … - By Fatimah AsgharMy teacher says of their cat, now gone
missing. In his absence, everything is still.
The small, silvered… - By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots… - By Lis SanchezDo I hear you, flitting dream, shaking your feathers?
I am sitting perfectly still, preventing the … - By Jayne CortezI wanna be bitchy
I said I wanna be a bitch
cause when you nice
true love don’t come
into your life
You get… - By Ada LimónSometimes, I think you get the worst
of me. The much-loved loose forest-green
sweatpants, the long bra… - By Molly PeacockWhen you looked up and said, “Thank you,” I saw
your gratitude rise over us like rain.
It seemed external…
