By Ellen Bass
What if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater…
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater…
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- By J. Mae BarizoMorning in the city and the performance
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my… - By Jessica RigneyIt's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'… - By Nick FlynnSaint Augustine preached humility &
the need to simply be on the ground.
Do you wish to rise? he asked… - By Trevor Ketnertongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—
mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,
hart, hilt, waist, … - By Anastasia Taylor-Lindv.
Isn’t it dangerous to be a woman? Surrounded by men, questions
about risk-taking, parenting (I’m childless… - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By Adrian Matejkabecause of want & tumble?
Because of word crumbles in the kitchen’s halogen?
No. Separate bedrooms for… - By M. NourbeSe Philipevidence is
sustenance
is
support
is
the law... - By Oladejo Abdullah FeranmiThanks to the clouds on fire, the burning sunset,
and every diminishing as beautiful as time.
Thanks… - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Rasaq Malik Gbolahanuntil the clock of my grandmother’s body
stopped working & her remains
were lowered into the earth on… - By Jay Jerbii know it like i know my name.
i know it like i know that i cried when reading Mary Oliver for the first… - By Shubhi SahniDownload the descriptive transcript
You’ll wake up in the middle of the night with
shooting pain
Your … - By Janiru LiyanageA pound of
Bruised mangoes
Cleaved into halves, chilied and salted like the heads of
Dead fish, which… - By Janiru LiyanageOur neighbor’s orange tree is in full bloom fat and overgrown and spilling
sun-bright fists over our… - By Maeve Marien-McManusto me I bend their gaze &
I break it.
For the women on the shore I break it.
For once my young body stronger… - By Khari Dawsonmom tells me I smell like
her Mom—
something flowery and
the blackened endings
of a joint.
I feared her … - By Shira HausI prayed for my friend to live and he didn’t. I held his puffy hand, his heart jumping green on the…
- By Serena AlagappanThis morning, the wind whipped the trees
so hard one sycamore head snapped,
its leaves strewn on my…