By River 瑩瑩 Dandelion
you had to know the currents, & the sun
stay shallow to keep warm in the waters.
you had to believe you…
stay shallow to keep warm in the waters.
you had to believe you…
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- By Danez Smithsaid short: i feel more like a stud. said
with some nuance: as if i came to
masculinity through the women… - By Jim JohnstoneBomber jacket trimmed with venom,
I pace the canyon like a parasite:
EK monogram, US flag, and cane,
the… - By Casandra LópezMy phone is learning Tongva. I try—
to type Eeyore and it autocorrects: Eyooshiraaw / our language. /… - By Dmitry BlizniukTranslated By Sergey Gerasimovapartments are crumbling in the explosions
like rotten tree stumps.
automobiles are burning like fluff… - By Dmitry BlizniukTranslated By Sergey Gerasimovthe basement. the remotest corner and an old man there
is curled into a thorny billiard ball.
the elbows… - By Kathleen RooneyDo you pronounce it “thuh” or do you pronounce it “thee”? Does thinking about it too hard give you the…
- By Carson Wolfestuck between two Texans
who can’t believe I don’t know
how blockchain works.
I am always around men
who… - By Asha Futtermanmy job used to be teaching a machine
to recognize complaints filed against police officers
that contained… - By Dmitry Blizniukквартири кришаться під вибухами
як трухляві пні.
автівки згорають немов тополиний пух.
тиша здувається
і… - By Dmitry Blizniukпідвал. дальній кут і там старий
згорнутий у колючу більярдну кулю.
лікті й коліна випирають крізь … - By Yuan Xin一条小巷道，长220米，宽6.3米。
26年前的早晨，席力图召西侧，
骑着单车走过；10年前元宵节的夜晚，步行而过。
“圪料街”遗址，瓦屋三间，坍圮的砖坯墙，
立在大街正中，柏油马路到这里截断。
墙砖摇摇欲坠，… - By Yuan XinTranslated By Wang PingA little lane, 220 meters long, 6.3 meters wide.
Twenty-six years ago, I biked past the west side of … - By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionwe wore watermelon husks to hide
lost cargo floating east to hong kong
water lilies & crickets our last… - By Jim Corythis messenger in quicksilver cape
sneaks past speakerbanks the band in mid-tune
his carefully coiffed… - By Frank X. WalkerThis was the first time
we really look at each other
and not be able to tell
who master the cruelest
who… - By Frank X. Walkeris just a fancy word white officers
use when they bark
roll over, nigger! or sit up and beg, boy!
—and … - By Frank X. WalkerCall her Moses, Conductor,
already Legend. Call her Nurse attending to open wounds.
Call her Thief, Grand… - By Frank X. Walkerat our estates
we sat on the side porch
stared at humble cabins
as young bucks
worked and sweated in the… - By Norma Colerestricted extremities during thought flight
sensitive documents: the market, the firelike weather balloons in gear
or a plate glass window in the pavement...