Kayti Lahsaiezadeh "Mercy"
George Hickman "Azizam"
bend / your baby fat ‘til it breaks at the wrists.
I want to kiss you and complete the circle,
Arielle Tipa "Adam"
his time, something different was in the air. I could tell when we started to drive down a side street with no explanation, my wide-eyed glance uncaught by your determined eyes. You smiled and told me there was something you had been missing lately, and I pretended to know what you meant.
Anna Marie Mitchel "Embodiment"
They forget that
they did not come
of an undulating void
with overwhelming varieties
of pink and pitch.
Kelsey Johnson "White Girls"
i want to be more
than this body
than this abrahamic sense of self
Faith Kellermeyer "They Contain Galaxies"
Got Kendrick in my ear singing/we gon' be alright/But
Got them white girls singing negro nose 'long with 'Yonce/
Kayti Lahsaiezadeh "Dream in Which I Interview Kali, Goddess of Destruction"
Let us now praise badass women
Kayti Lahsaiezadeh "South Street"
Insert your loneliness inside someone else’s loneliness. Insert Slot A into Slot B, fold together.
Faith Kellermeyer "Unplug"
is you forgetting where I am
and me still being where I was left
Emma Anger "Ghost"
Corporate Media Still Sucks
Kelsey Johnson "The Womanhood Hits You Like a Train"
"Somewhere in me,
A memory I cannot gather anymore.
Oh my, my,
Quiet and empty."
Kelsey Johnson "The Joy of Having an Educated Mind"
Seeing me shrink
Will not be enough
So he will stake his claim in the terrain of my hills and plains Muddying his hands in My Earth
Then he will waltz away on the backbones of My Emptiness Leaving me
George Hickman "When My Mother Changed the Photos on the Family Room Wall"
Thank you for the price you paid. Thank you for the roads
All for me.
Lauren Cross "Paper Dreams"
We say to ourselves that we could utter that name again into the creases of someone else's neck. We say this to ourselves, but we cannot even bring ourselves to whisper those names to each other.
George Hickman "At the Foot of St. Demetrios"
As my fingertips pressed into the frail tissue paper and formed small tears along the table’s edge, I wondered, How can I miss something I don’t even have?
I always wondered what it would be like to watch a holy man die, to watch his spirit lifted from him and expedited to heaven.