By E. Ethelbert Miller
i will die this month. how
i do not know. still there
is much work to be done. i
am afraid not for myself…
i do not know. still there
is much work to be done. i
am afraid not for myself…
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- By Anna JourneyIt came with the East Hollywood rental place: that novelty
polypropylene doormat screen-printed
in… - By Nay ThitWhen my turn came, my father dressed me meticulously like a piece of dried fish. We all bear the jagged…
- By Nay ThitWhen the dreamer dies, the dream begins searching for someone else—someone who might take it in and…
- By Abner DormiendoTumawa ako nang sabihin ng kaibigan ko na ang kabaliktaran ng ‘laslas’ ay ‘salsal.’ Walang tumawa noong…
- By Abner DormiendoTranslated By Ethan ChuaI laughed when my friend told me ‘laslas’ backward is ‘salsal,’ cutting himself one way, touching himself…
- By Tishani Doshikeeps waking me, even though it’s nowhere
near monsoon. At two in the morning,
and for every hour after… - By Tishani DoshiLike most people, I have not known
what to do with the stones handed
to me. I fold newspapers into … - By Myles C. Poydrastrenched pattern set deep
into its brown, pieces
secured in dark, a whole
thing living out its days… - By Myles C. Poydrasdownturned toward the river
and slanted from a wiry arm,
life trickles into life, culminating
in the… - By Myles C. Poydrasan arrangement
of trained plucks
& then a full-palmed flood
of contented ones opens
into a siren that… - By Mark WaldronI don’t want to say
things were indescribably
bad exactly
but things were
indescribably bad exactly… - By E. Ethelbert Millerin the early twenties
a boat brought
my father to america
his first impressions
were spoken in spanish
years… - By E. Ethelbert Milleronly language
can hold us together
i watch the women
bead their hair
each bead a word
braids becoming
sentences… - By E. Ethelbert MillerAfter reading my obituary
folks went to their local bookstores
looking for my books. For a few days… - By Mayda Alexandra del VallePrimero it’s hablando in whatever language
fits your need at the moment.
It’s stories about an unbalanced… - By Gabrielle CalvocoressiNot an optimist. I lie awake at night and say the name
of everyone on the block and for three blocks … - By Courtney KampaA man sits across from me, patterned silk padlock
at his neck and orders us whatever
people drink from… - By Cynthia CruzI had a fellowship but lived poorly
On cheap beer and penny candy.
Later, a career of killing time.
But… - By Cynthia CruzOver the earth
A white bell in the sky,
Radiating, like madness.
By eleven, there were already
Yellow horses…