Poetry
by Kwame Sound Daniels.
“One day, I will love you like a meal. / I will love you like holding a spoon to your mouth.”
by Lena Crown.
“Inside the clear glass orb whirl two ribbons / of orange and blue, a goldfish in a bowl.”
My sister left for a few weeks, and the lid lifted / off the stock pot. The house filled with the possibility / of eating bread
by Winshen Liu.
“For you, that week, we bought peaches like eggs: / twelve in a box, more than we’d had in years: // pink-skinned, white-fleshed…”
Cynthia Marie Hoffman.
“I don’t know what will / happen, but let’s not rush home to the / leaking faucet just yet, the ants / hauling cat food behind the walls.”
by Vera Kroms.
“On the island / where we landed, radiation /
lit my father up, illuminated / hidden damage…”
by Lisa Mullenneaux.
“Sometimes she read a book, / listening to music. It was as if / if you got too close you might / catch pregnancy.”
by Alene Terzian-Zeitounian.
“If I had a time machine, I would tell / you the suffering isn’t worth the fame”