Poetry by Cassandra Myers
(Z) my rubber bands untwirl, aluminum foil
over the butter vortex of silicone heat
what once was a taught plank of silver
balloons - my heating pad a stovetop
Poetry by Jane Shi
“There are photographs
Of small children laughing in black
and white that people stop and cry at
in museums but ignore in homes.”
Poetry by Misha Solomon
There are things that are real
and things that are not.
There's a choice that I make
and a choice that I don't.
Poetry by Phoebe Wang
Lying prone, under a sheet stretched
like a sigh across my spine, I don’t notice
the aching until it’s gone, my RMT finding
Translation by Mélissa Bull from Françoise Major
February night, minus twenty-eight degrees Celsius—they said on the radio minus thirty-seven with the wind chill.
Read More
Translation by Katia Grubisic from David Clerson
On the first day, my son confided that he felt like his brain was rotting. When he ran his hand through his hair it came out by the fistful.
Read More