Aimee Seu Aubade 15 I love our slow game in the morning: summer light color of whale tusk, us collapsed exactly in our shadows so there are no shadows. Our dreams like docked rowboats knocking in the sway. Scouts of my hands, before eyes’ location. I’m like a language he starts speaking slowly getting […]
Category: Winter 2020 – Poetry
Tom Kelly – Pac-man simulation of father & son bonding time in a shopping mall food court
Tom Kelly Pac-man simulation of father & son bonding time in a shopping mall food court Father & I shuffle in circles to better adjust to the scattered banquet of Sbarro pizza & Auntie Anne’s pretzels, cookie cakes & Panda Express lo mein, the luxury of saxophone muzak while contemplating gumballs & frozen bananas. […]
Threa Almontaser – Meeting with a Ghost Friend at Starbucks
Threa Almontaser Meeting with a Ghost Friend at Starbucks She orders passion-tea lemonade, sweetened, her way of weaning off coffee. Because ghosts already have a hard time falling asleep. I have a hard time speaking. It’s like there’s always two wet fingers in the muscle of my throat. When she drinks, I watch the […]
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Mónica Gomery – Visit
Mónica Gomery Visit When my sister comes to visit I remind her I was born without a sister. She talks about people we know but they all have some other name— Wind Wheel Turning, Dark as Earth, Song on Infinite Loop and as she speaks I recall unlived histories inside my body. When my […]
Susan Comninos
Bequeathal If legacy means long arms—my grandfather’s smilestitched to the gap in my teeth, thenwhen I die, makeme a golem from a palmfulof dirt and tornpocket of time, with arms long enough to reachyou, to playwith the fringes at your waist. Susan Comninos’s poetry has recently appeared in the Harvard Review Online, Rattle, The […]
