By Felicia Zamora
I think about division. How we splice & splice & splice, mentally & anatomically. A cell becomes cells...
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- By Cheryl ClarkeA Mass is something you say on Good Friday, after we walk the Stations for the last time. The radiologist will tell me the...
- By Felicia ZamoraWhere wor{l}d & the tangible object of that wor{l}d collide. My brain thinks traces & again, Singh’s words at ...
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the sign read
HARMACY after
Frank shot
the P out - By Liz HarmsBeneath me, a bright pool of blood like the puddle of hardened sugar around a candied apple. The color...
- By Sarah RuhlDeath no wild thing and you a boy, Max. One night in your room (or body) a forest grew and the walls...
- By Carlina Duanin the waiting room, I watched women snaprubber bands around their wrists, runningtheir hands through...
- By Melvin DixonYours free without the asking Quick delivery via overnight male, Special Handling, or ten year incubation...
- By Melvin DixonThis poem is for the epidemic dead and the living. Remember them? Your neighbors, your siblings, your...
- By Melvin DixonThe children in the life: Another telephone call. Another man gone. How many pages are left in my diary...
- By Melvin DixonWork out. Ten laps. Chin ups. Look good. Steam room. Dress warm. Call home. Fresh air. Eat right. Rest...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenSIR, the 28 spheres of Kamen’s harmony Susceptible, inferred, immense, actual - the electron microscopy...
- By Terrance HayesBroken EarthYear of Release: 1939Running Time: 11 minutesCast: Clarence Muse and unidentified boyI am...
- By ire’ne lara silvathis is what they will not tell you and this is what you must know if you hear nothing else i say hear...
- By Sarah M. Salai Your wusband and some locals charter a whale-watching tour in the North Pacific Ocean. The surf is...
- By Ellen ElderMy daughter’s cellphone works only on the veranda. A metronome pulses the hours. Boats comb the lake...
- By Victoria ChangJan.4.2022 A call is just a call. I pick it up. Jan.6.2022 I lift blankets looking for my father. Jan...
- By Pamilerin JacobNeither milkweed nor rose-apple in Schenck’s Anguish, only a murder of crows sprouting at the perimeter of a mother...
- By Ruth AwadDays of rain. The drey outside my window would keel and the wind would plunder. My heart was valent ...