CITRUS BY KATIE GLAUBITZ
I’d like to shade my sun-dried scalp and snap my joints under this tangerine tree, Climb down from this tall ladder, Pour my sack of...
THE LEAVES ARE PILING UP BY KATIE GLAUBITZ
against the stonewall siding and the white lattice fence out front. Years ago I would have raked them up and buried myself in the heap...
BRALESS BY KATIE GLAUBITZ
Papa pours himself black tea from the old iron kettle, probably thinking about stacking hay. He says I was bottle-fed cow’s milk. He’d...
BLACK LIVES MATTER BY SCOTIA BENT
Is my son next, Is my brother next, Is my daughter next, Is my father next: black boys, black men wonder if they are next, just when you...
THE ROMANTIC PERIOD BY IAN CAPPELLI
Was it for years so clear to them? Once Laying to me fogged like frost flecked frigid ponds Laying deep within a kaleidoscope of...
DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG? BY IAN CAPPELLI
You unshucked corn body Scarecrow now astray From my field for two Sowed and sodded Your face: polka-dotted In a pond of phone blossoms...
PENSADOR BY ERICA BARRETO
The fractal /ˈfræktəl/ is a chaotic phenomenon.A geometrical structure having an irregular or fragmented shape at all scales of...
“KUBO AND THE TWO STRINGS” A TASTEFUL BUT FLAWED ADVENTURE THROUGH FEUDAL JAPAN BY MITCH CHAPMAN
Stop motion animation has never looked finer. Laika Entertainment LLC, whose filmography includes 2012’s ParaNorman and 2014’s The...
I AM A POTHEAD BY RESHAWNA MAINE
The workshift-over night-into the morning-until 11:24 am-just shy of noon, internal debate I had about whether or not I could reveal...
ESCAPADE BY JORDAN DEGAETANO
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies I grasp Izzy’s hand too tightly as Beatles music...
