By Janiru Liyanage
Our neighbor’s orange tree is in full bloom fat and overgrown and spilling
sun-bright fists over our…
sun-bright fists over our…
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- By Miguel A. VegaIf, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse,
every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake—… - By Fatimah Asghartheir names have been lost
only the winds & only the mountains
keep them. we’ve forgotten the names
of … - By Caroline Laganas1 berry-stained month of summer
1 grandmother
2 cups flour
½ cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
½… - By Zoe DoradoAll the second-gen immigrant Berkeley moms somehow all
went to Stanford. I’m laughing because
I want to… - By Evan WangI remember this clearly: 2 am bed sheets, rifted
with confessions. Waves of linen—mother’s rifted
ocean… - By Amelia LoefflerYou might be wondering how I got here:
red handed, pants down, under the bleachers
by the football field… - By Amelia LoefflerIn kindergarten, I find myself
sitting cross-legged on the playground,
having a nosebleed. Steady,
… - By Olive FranklinLoved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs… - By Khari Dawsonmom tells me I smell like
her Mom—
something flowery and
the blackened endings
of a joint.
I feared her … - By Randall MannFirst I want to thank you all for coming,
for standing so patiently in line.
I know these are difficult… - By Li-Young LeeAnother word for father is worry.
Worry boils the water
for tea in the middle of the night.
Worry trimmed… - By Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - By Sharon OldsBut I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and... - By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By heidi andrea restrepo rhodesI: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…
- By Darrel Alejandro HolnesThis love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale… - By Elise PaschenLily Gladstone confides she wore my great
grandmother Eliza’s blankets in three scenes.
I don’t remember… - By Elise PaschenDuring the Grayhorse
Dances in June,
my mother side-stepped
around the circle,
echoing moves
her grandmother… - By Karl KnightsYou left a note.
‘Please don’t judge me
too harshly.’ I read it
at your memorial.
I hate that my voice
didn…