39.2 Han Chang
Uncle, Uncle! My lament was that a kind of intense beauty that I see given to me by science, is seen by so few others; by few poets and...
39.2 Noah Warren
Chemtrail The government’s been thinking about us again plum tree dripping blood and stones what do you think thoughts running in...
39.2 Karen Wunsch
Three Legs Are Better than Two Elise was early meeting her son Aaron, thirty-five, for lunch in Manhattan, but she could see through the...
39.2 Emily Cinquemani
The Truth Is Quiet woman polished bright by nerves, I once felt edgy for dying the ends of my hair purple. The hairdresser asked if I had...
39.2 Patrycja Humienik
voracious i slip into bed, head full of tulips. if devotion is measured in repetition, i am inconsistent at best. morning, mary carved...
39.2 Jon Loft
Parrots That’s an animal. When I first heard the sound this morning, I labeled it as another upset alarm and let it dissolve into the...
39.2 Jamaica Baldwin
Nation When Nation shook her hand she smelled the spoiled plunder. Which alliance is not made of glass? Which sacrifice is not a beloved?...
39.2 Kayleb Rae Candrilli
The Only Atlas We Need Is One Drafted by Children I know, because a woman told me, even a horse’s shoe against stone can spark a fire...
39.2 Nadia Shahbaz
Immigrant Making Art Origin Story 1982: I’m a toddler and my hair—black, long, knotted—has been brushed and pinned back with butterfly...
39.2 Sebastián Hasani Páramo
Studying Abroad in Mexico, Looking up at Man of Fire by José Clemente Orozco Once, in la Plaza de Tapatía, I wandered the streets of...
