
April 2025
Cover Artist: Mike RenaudBrittany CavallaroOnce I learned I could have the last word
I couldn’t stop having it.
- Oak Morse
- Nasser Rabah
- Rose Zinnia
- Kirsten Kaschock
- Paura Rodríguez Leytón
From this Issue
Poem
By Bhion Achimba
When Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the city’s hull, its concrete ribs.
Light rain in the wind whiplashes our faces with
the cruel erotics of winter.
It is the weekend two antlered elks crashed
into the Charles River
like a shock of meteorites. Ovid wheels the car across
a …
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the city’s hull, its concrete ribs.
Light rain in the wind whiplashes our faces with
the cruel erotics of winter.
It is the weekend two antlered elks crashed
into the Charles River
like a shock of meteorites. Ovid wheels the car across
a …
Poem
By Maxine Hong Kingston
Translated By Chun Yu
I pay.
In dream: Susie’s medical bill.
For real: Moana bar tab.
我付款。
夢中:蘇西的醫療費。
現實:莫阿娜酒吧賬。
Time I write letters
to three widows
and to ring one widower.
是時候
給三個寡婦寫信
並給一個鰥夫打電話了。
Oh, Phyllis is here.
Isn’t she dead? Persimmons—
lights—go out one by one.
哦,菲麗絲來了。
她不是死了嗎?柿子——
燈——一一熄滅。
What bird is it who
sings a song with knots of notes
curving on…
In dream: Susie’s medical bill.
For real: Moana bar tab.
我付款。
夢中:蘇西的醫療費。
現實:莫阿娜酒吧賬。
Time I write letters
to three widows
and to ring one widower.
是時候
給三個寡婦寫信
並給一個鰥夫打電話了。
Oh, Phyllis is here.
Isn’t she dead? Persimmons—
lights—go out one by one.
哦,菲麗絲來了。
她不是死了嗎?柿子——
燈——一一熄滅。
What bird is it who
sings a song with knots of notes
curving on…
Poem
By Shara McCallum
At this point, I don’t know what in me is Jamaican
versus American. Or, reaching further back,
Trinidadian, Venezuelan, African, Scottish, English ...
you get the drift. I thought every mickle mek a muckle
was from Kingston soil sprung, until in Edinburgh
I heard it in the mouth of a Scotsman. For years, I filed
my grandmother’s doudou…
versus American. Or, reaching further back,
Trinidadian, Venezuelan, African, Scottish, English ...
you get the drift. I thought every mickle mek a muckle
was from Kingston soil sprung, until in Edinburgh
I heard it in the mouth of a Scotsman. For years, I filed
my grandmother’s doudou…

Table of Contents
POEMS
- Adrian Matejka
- Brittany Cavallaro
- Whitney Koo
- Bhion Achimba
- Nasser Rabah
- Ammiel Alcalay, Emna Zghal, Khaled al-Hilli
- Rose Zinnia
- Yi Li
- Kimberly Johnson
- Ashley Warner
- David Hopson
- Sarah Burgoyne
- Mercedes Lucero
- Kashawn Taylor
- Jane Flett
- Kirsten Kaschock
- Paura Rodríguez Leytón
- Janet McAdams
- Julianne Neely
- Mickie Kennedy
- Oak Morse
- Shara McCallum
ESCARAMUZA, THE POETICS OF HOME
- Constance Jaeggi
- ire’ne lara silva
- Angelina Sáenz
MAXINE HONG KINGSTON: WATER TO THE BRIM
- Fred Marchant
- Maxine Hong Kingston
- Chun Yu
- John Whalen-Bridge
- Marilyn Chin
CONTRIBUTORS
- Bhion Achimba
- Ammiel Alcalay
- Sarah Burgoyne
- Brittany Cavallaro
- Marilyn Chin
- Jane Flett
- David Hopson
- Constance Jaeggi
- Kimberly Johnson
- Kirsten Kaschock
- Mickie Kennedy
- Maxine Hong Kingston
- Whitney Koo
- Paura Rodríguez Leytón
- Yi Li
- Mercedes Lucero
- Fred Marchant
- Adrian Matejka
- Janet McAdams
- Shara McCallum
- Oak Morse
- Julianne Neely
- Nasser Rabah
- Angelina Sáenz
- Kashawn Taylor
- Ashley Warner
- John Whalen-Bridge
- Chun Yu
- Emna Zghal
- Rose Zinnia
- Khaled al-Hilli
- ire’ne lara silva