By Lesley Younge
The first time
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it
is right after the first time
someone tells me…
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it
is right after the first time
someone tells me…
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- By Shubhi SahniDownload the descriptive transcript
You’ll wake up in the middle of the night with
shooting pain
Your … - By Martha SilanoBecause why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of… - By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots… - By Carmen Calatayudmy body at the water’s edge of opioid comfort
under the brain’s night sky
rounding the blue curve … - By Michelle OteroAfter the stroke our father lost the word
light switch
asked me to
press the wall so a world could open… - By Carmen GiménezIn Lima, my mother screams from her bed and from a garden
and in the parlor of her nursing home, and… - By Rigoberto GonzálezI’m consuming myself,
my doctor says, and I get
the urge each time I lift
a fork. How it rattles
with… - By Josh BellKung-Fu, a couch, and I might reach
emptiness tonight, stuck on that Midwest
hoo-doo, counting cemetery… - It leaves a mark on me when I fall
in my father's kitchen.
Only a few days it's been
of lifting him up … - By Karl KnightsThe zoo is tough terrain; hilly.
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me… - By C. Dale YoungThe angle of the sun does not confuse them—
once the bees find the rosemary, they cannot
forget it is… - By Norman DubieIf only it were just a lousy herb
That issued feeble tendrils slowly, now and then
Relinquishing some … - By Tilsa OttaOdio la violencia
Así sea hermosa y moderna
Le temo a la ciencia
Cuando hace realidad mis peores sueños… - By Felicia ZamoraWhere wor{l}d & the tangible object of that wor{l}d collide. My brain thinks traces & again, Singh’s words at the back of my throat, The unconscious is the most evasive archive of all, yet is pulsing right there inside you....
- By Felicia ZamoraI think about division. How we splice & splice & splice, mentally & anatomically. A cell becomes cells becomes exponential cells. A gorging. Always, our becoming; our something tangled in multiplicity. How the body yearns to rewild from behind muscle...
- By Cheryl ClarkeA Mass is something you say on Good Friday,
after we walk the Stations for the last time.
The radiologist will
tell me the same thing or not:
“Appears to be a carcinoma.”
Appears? - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI hate violence
Even if it’s beautiful and modern
I fear science
When it makes my worst dreams come true… - By CAConradthe sign read
HARMACY after
Frank shot
the P out - By Liz HarmsBeneath me, a bright pool of blood
like the puddle of hardened sugar around
a candied apple. The color too sanguine
for the following ache—a cyst. Diameter
of a new crab apple—chronic, the doctor said,
lucky we caught it early; a risk of sepsis. Lucky,
the...