

WHEN FOR THE THIRD DAY, YOU DO NOT EAT by Sanam Sheriff
You wear your hair down— a bouquet of curls splashing against the refrigerator light. You wear your gym clothes, still. You are asking a...


SPLAY MY COUNTRY by Xandria Phillips
goods where the umbra where the nettle thicket amass I have forsaken my view of the cosmos for sprawls of ozone -kissed teeth this is how...


ON THE USES OF ANOTHER GRIEF AS SKIN, OR WHAT TO DO WHEN WELL-MEANING WHITE QUEERS WANT TO WEAR YOUR
I didn’t recognize my face in the mirror today I did not know my name Instead a white woman grafts my tongue onto hers Caging the meat of...


ODE TO MY FORBIDDEN SELF by Isabella Rosario
To melodrama, to snot crying over old films, to sticking pill capsules beneath my tongue and not swallowing. Ode to the strange...


THE NAME OF THE POEM IS "DISCOVERY" by Deneka Thomas
Tell the poem to touch itself at night. Tell the poem to hand pick the stars scattered between its valleys And bring the torrent rain....


IMPOSSIBLE IN ENGLISH by Eli Tareq Lynch
the sound is high and loud pitched. i am the sound. the sound belongs to the speakers. i am not the speaker. my butt on the speaker,...


TOA by Stephen Garcia
Your grandmother told you That during times of war your people of Samoa would sing songs to their warriors before entering battle Tala...


SYMPOSIUM FOR THE PALESTINIAN/QUEER BODY by George Abraham
Click me. What does the title, “Emerging poet,” mean to you? The title of emerging poet is a bit of a double edged sword. On one hand, I...


MY DYKE BLOOD IS BITTER by Khaya Osborne
and what other flavors can one expect from something so forbidden, even the Lord hesitated to call it fruit? remember when you kissed the...


TEACHING A MUTHAFUCKA HOW TO TALK TO GOD by Ally Ang
i turn you into liquid with one touch. in our photographs, i am just out of frame a blurred figure haunting the margins in bloom. get on...