Poetry by Calypso André
If you are falling it is not too late trust fall into these words the way I fall through these clouds because Father I am learning cloud is too distant a word for how clear the world is from up here don’t you know birds learn how to fly by falling
Read MorePoetry by Sarah Burgoyne
but where is my mother? ah, ah yes, by now she is the entire west
out the window, the milky way lets fall its milk from bright glass jars
the fish of the stream won’t stop dreaming
Read MorePoetry by Poonam Dhir
while pundits perform ganesh puja surfaces are wiped clean and envelopes slip into cotton kurtas. aunty pushes stories into tiny objects and finds herself missing the receipt.
Read MorePoetry by Alana Dunlop
This is the place from where I came:
born misshapen, at the women’s hospital, near a strip mall.
When I go back it feels like I am drinking water, rediscovering
a cold feeling in my throat.
Read MorePoetry by Chanel Sutherland
and the glasses sweat into the table and the forks scrape porcelain and the air swells with the smell of butter and basil and someone is laughing and someone is saying god, I needed this today
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